{"sf1_id":1299815,"sf2_id":"YnL8dWYn","title":"the body goes splash","author":"charles_they","words":322,"posted_at":"2018-02-06T05:54:02.000Z","tags":["Blood","Bunny","Hare","Lion","Poetry","Rabbit","Suspense","Thriller","narrative","prose"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1299815-the-body-goes-splash","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnL8dWYn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fe/a1/fea1b05b-6778-489e-97c2-c131ee25c4a6","description":"short","content":"The lion was a body.\n\nThe body was slumped in a wheelbarrow.\n\nThe wheelbarrow was starting to drag.\n\nThe dragging was hard on his paws.\n\nHis paws were covered in blood.\n\nThe blood was from somebody else.\n\nA somebody who wasn't a hare.\n\nA hare who was lost in the woods.\n\nThe woods that surrounded the Falls.\n\nThe Falls sustaining the town.\n\nThe town had one lion less.\n\nThe less they knew, the better.\n\nBetter the lion than him.\n\nHymns would be sung at the wake.\n\nThe wake, once they gave up the search.\n\nThe search would begin in the morning.\n\nThe mourning was hours away.\n\nThe way from the bar had been hard.\n\nHard on his paws.\n\nPause...\n\nBreath.\n\nBreathing was shallow.\n\nShallow, but not like the lion's.\n\nThe lion was a body.\n\nBodies belonged in the ground.\n\nThe ground was muddy and cold.\n\nThe cold was keeping him sharper.\n\nSharper than he'd been in the bar.\n\nThe bar where it had gone down.\n\nDown...\n\nDown...\n\nDown to the base of the hill.\n\nThe hill that bordered the river.\n\nThe river that ran to the Falls.\n\nThe Falls and the old city dam.\n\nThe dam and the rapids that followed.\n\nFollowing his plan was essential.\n\nEssentially safe if done right.\n\nThe right thing to do was this.\n\nThis wasn't his fault.\n\nThis wasn't his fault.\n\nThis wasn't his fault.\n\nThe faults were in the wheels.\n\nThe wheels were choking with mud.\n\nThe mud was thick in his fur.\n\nThe fur that once had been white.\n\nThe whites of his eyes had been seen.\n\nHad he been seen?\n\nThe scene was still fresh in his head.\n\nHeading down the hill, now.\n\nNow was the time.\n\nTime to dispose of the lion.\n\nThe lion was a body.\n\nA body slumped in a wheelbarrow.\n\nA wheelbarrow lifted by paws.\n\nPause...\n\nBreath.\n\nA breath came from the body.\n\nThe body was loud when it\n\n_splash._"}