OptionalFiction

I wrote this while listening to “American Prometheus” from the Oppenheimer Soundtrack on repeat. Although I would say that the soundtrack to the story might also be Roadgeek's “Towards the Sun”. Anyway, I learned the word “Fluffle” when looking up what a group of bunnies is called. It's not in any dictionary and more slang social media usage, but I think it's cute so I used it. Overall I'm very happy with this story. At least I put myself in a really melancholy headspace and got close to crying about having to venture out into the world and leaving those behind that once meant most to me. I'm only unsure about whether I should have ended the story when Tabby begins crying. I think that her starting out on her journey is a bit too hopeful. But if we leave her when she's crying still in the territory of her fluffle there's no actual departure. Maybe I should've let her make rest away from home instead…