Find the Rabbit

As red surrounded him.

He tasted copper in the air.

The door to Daniel’s other life closed before him.

It was a one-way trip. That’s what the strange woman — hope fucked from her face — said. One way trip.

Daniel didn't worry about the details.

Skinny, heavy, young, old — the message was the same.

I was not getting out of this alive.

But that was okay.

Name one thing — one exit — we get out of without our life?

We pay for everything eventually with our life.

The precipice. That is where I find myself. On the cusp.

Before it happened.

A stabbing pain ripped me from the present.

Then the red became black, and a bright toxic-scented fire surged through my head.

And then — silence.

In the back of my head, the last words I heard before crossing from my own time into this liminal space began to echo.

Find the rabbit.