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Sunday Morning
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: betray
Special condition: 365 words
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The small house in the residential neighborhood was quiet on a Sunday morning. That is not to say that things inside were harmonious; far from it.
The atmosphere at the breakfast table smelled of pancakes, bacon, anger, syrup, coffee, and hurt feelings, and there was very little sound apart from the clink of silverware against plates as breakfast was consumed. Sunlight streamed in through the windows but did little to pierce the pervasive gloom that hung over the table.
It needn’t be said that, for one of the diners, breakfast tasted delicious. For the other it tasted like ashes and a long night with little rest.
“Could you pass the butter?” the coyote asked as he reached for another pancake.
The hare gave him a look that could have turned the butter rancid at forty yards. “Get it yourself,” he practically snarled.
The coyote paused, shrugged, and reached farther, snagging a clawtip on the butter dish and pulling toward him. He industriously buttered the pancake before pouring a few teaspoons of maple syrup over it, setting the pitcher aside as he said, “You’re still angry.”
“Brilliant observation,” the hare grumbled. He glowered down at his half-eaten breakfast and picked up a slice of bacon. The now-cold meat flopped slightly and he muttered, “Whatever happened to the crispy bacon, the kind we used to have before the War?”
“You know the answer to that,” the coyote said absently, his mouth full and savoring the sweet and buttery bite of pancake. “You spent to much time glaring at me to eat when your food was hot – “
“You gave me away at the party last night!” the hare exclaimed. “And I trusted you to keep quiet – “
“About the fact you wear women’s underwear?”
“Yes.” The word came out as a hiss.
The coyote picked up his coffee mug and sipped, washing down the bite of pancake before saying, “Like I said, Darcy saw your panty lines. I didn’t have much choice but to tell all.”
“You could have had her ask me,” the hare replied in a sulky tone.
“Well, what’s done is done. You want some more pancakes?”
“Yes,” the hare said, sighing and nodding.
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end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: betray
Special condition: 365 words
_______________________________________________________
The small house in the residential neighborhood was quiet on a Sunday morning. That is not to say that things inside were harmonious; far from it.
The atmosphere at the breakfast table smelled of pancakes, bacon, anger, syrup, coffee, and hurt feelings, and there was very little sound apart from the clink of silverware against plates as breakfast was consumed. Sunlight streamed in through the windows but did little to pierce the pervasive gloom that hung over the table.
It needn’t be said that, for one of the diners, breakfast tasted delicious. For the other it tasted like ashes and a long night with little rest.
“Could you pass the butter?” the coyote asked as he reached for another pancake.
The hare gave him a look that could have turned the butter rancid at forty yards. “Get it yourself,” he practically snarled.
The coyote paused, shrugged, and reached farther, snagging a clawtip on the butter dish and pulling toward him. He industriously buttered the pancake before pouring a few teaspoons of maple syrup over it, setting the pitcher aside as he said, “You’re still angry.”
“Brilliant observation,” the hare grumbled. He glowered down at his half-eaten breakfast and picked up a slice of bacon. The now-cold meat flopped slightly and he muttered, “Whatever happened to the crispy bacon, the kind we used to have before the War?”
“You know the answer to that,” the coyote said absently, his mouth full and savoring the sweet and buttery bite of pancake. “You spent to much time glaring at me to eat when your food was hot – “
“You gave me away at the party last night!” the hare exclaimed. “And I trusted you to keep quiet – “
“About the fact you wear women’s underwear?”
“Yes.” The word came out as a hiss.
The coyote picked up his coffee mug and sipped, washing down the bite of pancake before saying, “Like I said, Darcy saw your panty lines. I didn’t have much choice but to tell all.”
“You could have had her ask me,” the hare replied in a sulky tone.
“Well, what’s done is done. You want some more pancakes?”
“Yes,” the hare said, sighing and nodding.
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 51.1 kB
Listed in Folders
They're friends and share the rent on the house. The hare's wearing female underwear was a result of an earlier incident: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63006491/
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