Run Little Rabbit
He moved across to the window, gently pulling the curtains aside, watching the house across the street. Yesterday she came outside with her head bowed, trying to hide a black eye.
He could see the gap in the Venetian blind as she looked for the school bus. A children’s goldenbook in the window was their code – your father is still home! Go to Nana’s. “Run Little Rabbit” screamed its warning.
The blinds were jerked violently. Bashing her again, probably. He’s going to kill her one day. Someone should do something. He shook his head and closed his curtains.