Almost every night Brandy spotted a jackrabbit or two running across the street from house to house, grazing on the fresh grass the owners usually kept watered and trimmed. The rabbits were beautiful little creatures, next to a mythical unicorn, because they’re so gentle-looking and harmless. Who would ever want to harm a jackrabbit? Jackrabbits and all rabbits for that matter were special to Brandy. And besides the unicorn, rabbits were Brandy’s favorite animal. They were gentle, harmless, free little bundles of fur.
Brandy walked to the edge of the sidewalk and peered down the street. She looked toward the direction of the grocery store to see if she could see her mother walking. She looked, but the only thing she spotted far down the road was a car coming in her direction. The car was headed in her direction quickly, because within seconds it was only yards away from her. It slowed down and appeared to be stopping at her house. The car was a new Ferrari, black or dark blue with dark tinted windows. Brandy didn’t recognize the car, but maybe it was a kind friend that had offered to drop her mother off at home with her tons of groceries.
Or maybe not.
As soon as the car pulled up in front of her it stopped. Brandy stood and waited for whoever to come out, or roll down their window. Brandy walked closer to the car. She strained to look at whoever was in the car through the dark tint on the windows. Suddenly, the window rolled down and a cup filled with a liquid-like substance was thrown into her face. The sound of many people laughing filled the car, even a racial slur was heard through the laughter, and the car sped away leaving the sound of squealing tires to reverberate in her ears.
Brandy was completely soaked in this warm liquid that smelled strongly like . . . urine!
Brandy couldn’t believe it. Quickly, she ran inside to shower and get clean. Who were those people, and why would they do such a thing? For laughs? Brandy couldn’t believe it. If they hated her so much for being who she was, why was it so hard for them to just stay away and leave her alone? It was like they had to show her how much they despised her; hated her. It wasn’t good enough just to keep their views and their hands to themselves, and in this case, to keep their urine where it belonged.
Copyright©2007 by Leslie Lee Sanders