A/N; My creative mind is currently being imprisoned and restrained by the demons of writer's block. I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this, so I'd greatly appreciate suggestions. No, seriously. Go read the Inspiration thread on Obviously Insane's forum if you want to know more.
The bedroom door flew open with a loud bang, making the hinges moan in complaint. In ambled Corny Collins, distraught, his hair dripping wet and his shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor.
He hiccupped. A third-party observer may not notice, what with the raindrops still clinging to his face, but Corny Collins was crying. Silently, restrained, but the tears were there.
He ambled across his bedroom, falling to his knees in front of his bed, and thrust his hand under it. After discarding a teddy bear and several tubs of hair grease, Corny finally found what he was looking for, and drew out a little plum-coloured box.
The box contained bundle after bundle of letters, all written in the same curvaceous, flamboyant script. Corny selected one at random and read.
Corny,
The kids' uncle Jerome ain't getting any better, which ain't comforting after sitting on a train for 8 hours to get here. You'd think after all we done to come see him, he'd at least be conscious? Nah, that bus musta hit him pretty damn hard. Our momma used to say to us, she'd say, 'Make summin' good outta your life, else you may as well throw yerself in front of a street full o' cars.' If only she knew what happened to our Jerome, she'd turn in her grave!
So how's things on the show, baby? I reckon it'll be about time Brenda will be able to hop back on the Council, won't it? They sure as hell ain't gonna throw Tracy off the show to make room for her, not if I got anything to say about it. She still with that Link? Inez keeps asking, see. She's got a crush on someone, I can see all the signs, you know, but I can't tell you that it's Link because a good mother never tells her babies' secrets.
As I said, Jerome ain't improving, so we don't know when we'll be home. See you when I see you, baby!
Love You,
Maybelle x
Corny yelled in anguish as he finished reading the letter. He had many letters like this, from her trip to see her late brother, or any other times Corny and Maybelle happened to be away from each other for more than two days. Still trying to hold back his sobs, he gripped the top of the piece of paper he was holding and tore it clean in two. Corny continued tearing the pieces in half, until all that was left was scraps of paper littering the floor where he sat.
He cast his eyes to the ground, not daring to look anywhere else, for fear he would see something that reminded him of Maybelle. Unfortunately, he spied a ripped fragment of the letter, lying face up, the words practically screaming at him.
Love you,
Maybe
All this time, Corny had been trying to restrain his tears. Now, however, he picked up the tiny scrap of paper, put it in his pocket, shifted to a more comfortable position on the floor, and let loose. The night sky wept with him, throwing its rain loudly against the windows in compassion.