25th Day - Scorpion
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The rabbits always knew when something was wrong, but now the rabbits were gone, and nobody would believe my instincts.
“Why did you call them rabbits?” the Tiger asked me once. “And what’s all that fascination with animals?”
“I don’t remember names,” I lied.
“Were they very active?” she asked. “Sexually?”
“What? No! They were vegan. They used to chew on carrots all day long.”
She sipped her coffee, crossed her legs. “Firing them was a mistake. They were not rabbits; they were golden geese.”
“I don’t need them. I don’t need anybody.”
“Yep; you made that abundantly clear.”
I looked at her and smiled. I didn’t sip my coffee.
“You’re not getting a share, honey. The business is mine. You can get the car, if you want,” I said.
“We’ll see about that. My lawyer’s going to contact you.”
“I know.” I poured more coffee into her mug.
“Just out of curiosity, what animal am I?”
“A tiger,” I said.
“Should I be flattered?”
“Perhaps.”
She drank. “And what sort of animal are you?”
I looked at her lip twitch, a drop of blood running smoothly down her chin. She tried to speak, but the poison had already burnt her vocal cords.
Just before she died, I stood up and adjusted my tie.
“A scorpion,” I said. “I’m a scorpion, honey.”
