On the outskirts of town. A wooden gate is blocking of a driveway. Is disappearing into a thick scrubland. After a few hundred meters. Grey, Brown patches of dead grass can be seen true the scrub. The scrub is opening. a few patches of snow are left where the sun has hard time to get to. A few yellow flowers are fought out of the dead grass here and there. its clear singe spring is coming. On the end of the driveway. And small house its sitting one-time long time ago it color was vibrant. With a garage with large by the shed next to it. The house was red. But now it’s a grey red color hard to put your finger on. The windows out to the small Yard are boarded up and broken. Only one glass on the back of the house is in its formal glory. Outside in a tree a bird feeder its placed. A few Sparrow and blue tit are eating birdseed. Sometimes squirrel its visit to. The house has one floor. With a stair down to a basement on one side. Outside and old pickup truck is parked. The truck is covered in rust. Certainly, it has seen better days. In the garage and truck is parked. Its missing one of its front wheels. The axel it’s been lifted of the ground using a few parts of timber.
Over the horizon the sun is climbing up. Baking the small wooden house. In the Front hallway stacks with newspaper and stacks and stacks with paper. all the way to the sealing. Its dark inside. The light switch doesn’t work. If the electric or its no light bulb is uncertain. An alarm clock Start to ring. Braking up the utter silence. In the bedroom and man is sleeping. To get to the bed it’s a small hallway inside the room with cardboard boxes of outdated kitchen machines. Piles and piles of clothing. The room is vibrating by hes snoring. It is deafened by the aggressive alarm bell. Next to the bed. It’s so loud its going and going. The only clean and tidy spot is his nightstand. The bell is jumping up and down. Moving every time its ringing. Out of the darkness and skinny hairy hand and slaps the bell. The man jumps out of bed. He is skinny the hair starts at his fingers and going all the way to his lower back.
This man has not set foot in a burger king or a gym in years. He is wearing socks and boxer shorts with a large hole the back. It has ice cream and cakes pictures and is in bright and shiny colors. his socks are red. The left one has a big hole on the big toe. He is moving fast out the room. Finding his way true all the junk. Moving fast past the living room. into the next room where he is mess around with something. The living room the first relatively tidy room and black skin chair. Its Placed in the middle of the room. With a Tv in front of it. Next to the chair a make shift table made of pallets. On the table a magazine explains how to paint an Easter egg. All of the wall’s boxes in bright childish colors are stacked. They are marked with two dates and one year. The dates seem to be in the spring and just a few days a part.
The racket has come down from the next room. It’s all quite now. A light beam comes out from the room on the side. In the kitchen the man it is sitting down at a table. He is very concentrated looking true a magnify glass mounted so he can have bout his hands free. Hes is gently painting an egg. The egg has a story on. A small child it is pushing a stroller over a field covered with flowers. Big trees in the background. Next to him and basked filled with eggs. The next one is even more Impressing then this one. On a coat stand in the corner, and rabbit costume hangs. It’s has some brown and grey colour on it and are so fluffy. And knock make the man to jump up. He is cursing out loud. On his egg and White line is cutting over the flower field. He is moving to the fridge taking out milk and box of cereal. Waking out the room and out the front door. He is gone for a few minutes then coming back without the milk and cereal. Taking the egg out of his stand. Looking at it. Then trowing it down in the corner next to the discarded pile. Picking up a fresh one and starting over. Hours pass he has made a few more eggs. The Sun its going down. He is Stretches in his shoulder. yawns and disappears out of the room.
Before the sun is up, he jumps out of bed. Turing off the alarm bell before it is going off. He is Cleary eager. With a fast jog he is in the kitchen. Finding a cardboard box. Starts to paint it pink. And writing down to days date and year. And to Easter Saturday in two days’ time. Going over to feel the costume. He is almost getting more and more excited. Putting the dozen or so painted eggs in the basket. And put on the bunny suit. Then grabbing a machete next the fridge. And off he gos. He is dancing down the driveway like Dorothy form the The Wizard of Oz. Before he is out on the street, he has put the machete inside his suit. He has made a holster for it so he can easily move a around as it was not there at all. Well out on the main road. He continues in the town just a mile or two. He is surprised to not meet any cars. Usually the road is more used then this. Coming up the the first house. Knocking on the door. But no answer. O well to the next one then.
Knocking. From inside. Hello whose is it? A have an Easter egg do you want one.? From inside yes it will be nice just put it in front of the door. He is confused this is not how he planned it. He takes out out. A real want to give it to you in person. O a cant am in the risk group. He turns and start to Run. THEY KNOW. But how he has been so careful. He is not jogging anymore he is sprinting its hard to see where he is going. Then a loud truck horn he sees straight into the grill of a semi-trailer. Oh shit. The impact trows him in the air like sack of potatoes in a bunny suit. He takes multiple somersaults. His machete its braking free from the holster inside the suit. When he finally hits the ground its not on his feet, he is laying on the ground face down the machete it is sticking up from his back the blade is covered with blood and fabric from the bunny suit. The eggs are rolling all over the roadway.
A few minutes before. The semi-truck driver its in a good mood. Its Easter but he feels he is doing an important job in this difficult time. he is on the phone with his wife. Like am driving toilet paper. You should have police escorts the wife is suggests with laughter. OH, shit a BUNNY. He lays on the horn. Slams on the brake and turn sharp to and avoid the man size bunny. The Truck start to slide. He sees the bunny flying past his windshield of his truck. The cab is ending halfway down a ditch. But his crucial cargo is safe. Did you say bunny.? A hit somebody in a bonny suit. Am OK. A ned to go. The driver jumps out of the cab. With his phone in hand. In the distance he sees the bunny in the roadway. He is calling the police. A think a killed a man in a bunny costume. He was running in the middle of the road. A hit him. He is dead. The Truck driver is standing over the man. A few minutes past. The police and ambulance have arrived. Ambulance personnel. Conclude he is very dead.
One of the arriving officers. think a recognize him he is living just up the road. He is a bit of a weirdo. On arriving at the house. The police knock on the door. Hello it’s the police. Then a knocking from the house can be heard. They knock more but just get the knock in response. They decide to go into the house. But quickly realizes that this is not a normal house. After not finding anybody they find the lock on the basement door. And breaks it up. Inside the room it’s a dark hallway. With a new white door on the end. It has a large sticker from hello kitty on it. The knocking is coming from this door. The police break it up. To their horror they find a pink room it has no windows, but everything is in bright playful colors. With fluffy play animals all over. On a mattress in the corner and man and women are chain to the wall. The police recognize them from a kidnapping form last Easter. We had to...WE HAD TO PLAY..play like we where his kids.