Mythic March: March Hare
This short story was based around the prompt "March Hare" More on Mythic March here , here and h ere * “She’s absolutely mad!” Henry spat, slamming his beer down on the bar. “Now, now, you’re new to Meadowsweet, we have a lot of characters around here”, Lem the barman said, wiping up the spilled beer with a dirty looking tea towel. Lem was just how Henry would have imagined a small town bartender to look: big, beefy and balding, with an anchor tattoo on one bulging bicep. The fact that Lem preferred words over violence and had been faithfully married to his husband for twenty-six years broke the stereotype somewhat. “You think she’s a character?” Henry said, “She yelled at me for buying traps just today! Said I was a murderer!” This was only the last in a long line of insults that included treating his yard as if it was her own (“foraging”, she claimed) and laughing at him that time he split his trousers in town. “Ah, everyone is really into conservation around these parts”,...