DINNER

‘Thanks for the messages,’ I said when we met outside the top end of the flats. ‘But I’d got rid of it the day before. I’d have liked to have done what you said but it was too late.’
‘I saw it’d gone.’
She was carrying a pink paper bag with string handles. We stopped at the point we’d go our seperate ways.
She opened the bag, ‘look.’
There was a black rabbit in the bag and droppings at the bottom. The rabbit stood up poked its head out the top of the bag and I touched its nose.
‘Hello,’ I said.
‘I’m taking it back.’
‘I wondered how you got them from A to B.’
We said, ‘goodbye.’
When I reached the front door I turned and said, ‘is that dinner?’