It was a little after 5 a.m. . With Kingman Arizona in my rearview mirror the next stop was Vegas. There were no other cars on the road. I eased the TR7 up to a hundred and four miles per hour and put the center of the hood on the center stripe of the two-lane road. There was a guy that used to say, I'll take my half out of the middle. There was a cotton tail rabbit sitting on the right side off on the shoulder. My right hand reached out and grabbed the four speed stick shift. At the last possible moment it darted perpendicular to My velocity vector, somehow managing to miss all four tires. There was a small bump transferred to my right hand as it hit the transmission case. The rear view mirror revealed the limp body flopping to a stop. It seemed better to be eaten by scavengers, than to be run over by cars all day, so I backed up and tossed it off the road.
The rabbit's existence in this dimension was complete. We will meet again on that Day, or so I believe.
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