A/N: Hi! So, this is my first FF I've actually publised on here. I think there's a bit you ought to know:
This will be a series of drabbles that will range in topic, genre (romance, humour, etc), length, theme, writing style, character and timeline. Some will be set before the first novel, some during books, some between books. Maybe even some that are post-Mockingjay. They won't be in order.
Rating may change later, but I doubt there will be more than a few things with any content higher than K.
I apologize in advance for the lax writing style here. I scribbled these down while flipping between working on a few longer, serious original pieces with dark themes and considerably heavy narratives. I needed something to do for fun.
This first little story takes place not long after Katniss began hunting with Gale.
Disclaimer: I do not own and will never own The Hunger Games.
Rabbit
He stared at his feet as he meandered along the path, in no hurry to get home. No doubt his mother would be livid, but best delay the beating. He'd still get it whenever he made it home, early or late. He swung his legs and arms as he walked, kicking rocks along, picking a new one when he kicked one too far. His big toe was beginning to poke out of his right sneaker, but there would be no chance of new shoes unless a neighbour outgrew a pair.
He walked back to town with the fence that surrounded District 12, and the forest beyond it, on his right. He listened to the birds sing, mimicking the sorry songs they heard drifting out the school music room's windows. He looked toward the trees, noticing the skinny rabbit at the edge of the woods. Watched as it pricked its ears, sensing danger, watched as it shot off into the bushes. He swung his foot and stubbed his unconcealed toe on a large rock.
"Ouch!"
He grabbed his foot, wincing. Through the haze of pain, he heard a noise from the forest past the fence. The boy flung himself behind a bush next to the path just in time.
He peered out between the leaves as the boy and girl came from the woods and slipped through the hole in the fence. The girl hurriedly stuffed a dead rabbit into a satchel slung over her shoulder. The boy looked this way and that, watching for people. As if anyone would care that two grubby children had been out in the woods. Everyone had their own problems. The boy tugged the girl along, down the path, back the way the boy in the bushes had come.
He looked after them until they were lost from sight, the hunter boy and the girl he had once burnt bread for.
He scrabbled to his feet among the rocks and coal dust, wiping the grime from his knees.
He continued on his way home, secure in the knowledge that he had achieved what he wanted that day. Just another glance at the girl. Even if she never glanced back.
A/N: I would love to read any thoughts you had on this. Whether you liked it, disliked it, hated it. So please take a few seconds and review! Feel free to give me any suggestions, ideas, prompts or characters you would like me to use for a future drabble. :D Thanks.
Next chapter will be a Primrose one!