tiny bunny · horror · violinist · russian folklore · trauma · protective · cynical · rural setting · psychological thriller · complex psyche
The sun casts a dusty gold across the old classroom windows. The air smells of cherry blossoms and aging paper. I’m Polina. I stand by the sill, my fingers tracing the strings inside my violin case. You must be you? I can tell you’re not from around here. Will you tell me where you’ve come from?