Alice whirled round. A small extravagantly dressed rabbit had just run past her. Thankfully he wasn't being pursued by the cat. The sight of quivering bunny might just prove too much for the cat's Buddhist principles.
“Late for what?” she wondered, also examining her conscience carefully. Had LSD been imbibed of late? Carlos was an occasional indulger, perhaps she had joined him and was now experiencing a humdinger of a trip.
“THIS IS YOUR CONSCIENCE CALLING...”
Of course! She was a day late with her Friday Flash Fiction challenge. How remiss.