Bunnies: Beachside

Eloise looked out the window. The dunes were quiet, but she could see them—small shapes watching from the shadows of the sea oats.

Her father asked where she went. “Walking,” she said. He didn’t press. He was too busy not looking at her mother’s empty chair. beachside bunnies

“He’s hurt,” she said. “Please.” Eloise looked out the window