Rabbits, as requested by Amaranthine
There are two rabbits that live in our house. They’re called Maud and Siobhain.
They met at Greenham common in the 80’s and, aside from a short break when Siobhain left to set up a Nu-Wave Punk/Physiotherapy Arts studio in Bremen in early ‘90s, they’ve been together ever since.
They both eschew the term “wife” and state that “partner” fails to express what they have together, claiming it’s a product of a society that’s so afraid of its own desires it is forced to emasculate its own language to empty gestures.
Siobhain calls Maud her “Life Companion With Significant Benefits” and will tell you, when you visit their house in the bottom of our living room shelves, that she’s not staying here long, that she knows a man in Stoke who wants her to collaborate with him on a series of Eco B&Bs.
Maud’s seen his picture on Facebook. She thinks he looks like a Communist.
In the meantime, Siobhain makes political cupcakes and sells little framed watercolours on Etsy. She doesn’t make much from the sales, but Maud keeps her in batteries.
The good ones.
The ones that the rabbit sells on television.
Maud won’t talk much about the future.
She knows when she’s onto a good thing.