Chapter 12
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As ever, here we go again. Another year past… -thank god and good riddance.
Anyhow, all these oneshots are based off of Christmas songs, and I'm certain a bunch of you will be saying that NO song out there could be the inspiration for a certain giant piece I ended off last year with.
Well, I merely ask you to listen to Chis de Burgh's 'A Spaceman Came Travelling.'
I don't think I'll be doing anything nearly as large as that one this year, but who knows. Anyhow, on with the show and, as always, try to guess the song in the comments.
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The world was grey. The colour drained from it. The music was gone, the scents of pine and cinnamon and eggnog dulled, and a fox sat in a flat, face laying forlorn on its side against the sofa, two eyes looking up in a terminal morosity, looking up at the tired walls of his former home.
Because it couldn't be called a home now, could it?
Because, truthfully, at the end of the day a building was a house, and to make it a home you needed people to live in it. To be happy and sad, to live and love in it. To bring it to life, as they lived theirs.
His tears trickled down his snout, knowing that for this to be his home, it needed a certain special somebunny. A ray of warmth like a burning fire, that lit his existence up, that gave him a purpose.
And without that, what was the point of living. The point of life?
He missed her.
He was all alone, again.
Like he was stranded on a desert island, no-one to touch him, to hold him, instead leaving him cold and by himself.
He sniffed as he closed her eyes, remembering how she'd run out the door, letting it slam just behind her. His teeth gritted and he curled inward, and his eyes took in the Christmas decorations and the happy scenery that were left bereft of meaning, could have no meaning, without his darling bunny.
Oh, he wished he could hold onto her, to share her warmth and fight away the frigid reality that hung across the room, draped on their pictures and their cards and the unlit tree.
He broke down sobbing.
He might as well have been in a prison cell, locked away, with no-one ever to see him.
Because only one really mattered.
And without her, he would be so, so, so very lonely this Christmas.
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There was a click as the door unlocked, and a thud of two heavy items were dropped down. "Brrrr…" Judy said, entering the lounge. "Made it there just before they closed, and…"
She never got to finish, instead getting cut off by a ten minute high pressure fox hug.