Bonnie Bunny was done. She was through trying to compromise, fit in, smooth over, calm waters, appeal to reason, go with the plan. She’d had enough of rolling with the punches, putting on a happy face, counting her blessings, and waiting for tomorrow. Tomorrow never comes, the sun doesn’t rise in your favor, and in her case, it certainly wouldn’t set on her anger.
“Fucking sycophant,” she mumbled as she plodded to the edge of the veranda at Rob’s seaside manor. Chagrined, she stared at the phone in her right hand, still hot with his latest excuse. No way was she going to play Easter Bunny for his mother’s party; not if he wasn’t going to wear the suit, too.
She flung the phone into the ocean spume, unzipped and stripped, and sliced through clean air into cold, blue water.
She’d rather be a mermaid, any day.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Microfiction Madness: May’s Story Prompt (Image by Ryan McGuire from Pixabay). For extra credit use the word sycophant.