Rabbit What Rabbit – Flash Fiction

The following short story was written in response to a Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

This week Charli would like us to write a 99 word (no more, no less) flash fiction about a rabbit on a roof.


flash fiction rabbit


“Hey Mom, you gotta come see this, there’s something on the roof of Maggie’s doghouse.”

“On the roof? Really? Hold on a minute, let me see if I can find my glasses.”

“You won’t find them, remember you left them at Aunt Becky’s.”

“Oh ya, I totally forgot. With all that rain coming down I can’t make out what it could be. Grab the umbrella and let’s go investigate.  Don’t let Maggie follow us just in case … “

“Just in case what?”

“Never mind let’s go.”

Giggles …  “Look at that, she’s such a silly dog, it’s her stuffed rabbit.”


Published by Susan Zutautas

A Canadian girl, born in Montreal, mother of three grown boys that lives with her husband in Ontario. Published author and poet. Loves to write flash fiction. Author of New In Town and two children's books which can be found on Amazon.

16 thoughts on “Rabbit What Rabbit – Flash Fiction

  1. Ha! Oh, what a sweet story, Susan! It reminds me of a time that Grenny was running around the backyard with one of his stuffless toys and I wondered how he got it outside. Then as he galloped to the house with his long floppy toy, I realized it was a squirrel, a real squirrel, and he was packing it around like a toy.

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  2. Dogs will be dogs. Every once in awhile, something will hit the wall. “What the hell was that?” It was Thing. She shakes her toys so hard that she lets go, and they go flying across the room and smack into the wall. I don’t think she even weighs ten pounds, but she’s a brute.

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