“Hey, snowflake,” one of the young bucks said to Cupid while
grazing against her white-tailed backside.
She was tired of these parties, tired of these bucks. She
wanted out of this town, but she knew she couldn’t leave him, not now. They’d
grown up together, weathered the loss of her mother, his bullies, and now his cane
problem. They were all each other had.
“Have you seen my cousin?” Cupid asked.
“Someone just pulled
out a five-pounder in the den.” His friends started to snicker. “Let that kid play
around in the snow!” They laughed as she walked past.
She found him bent over the coffee table, the canes already
crushed up, and by the looks of his nose, a third of the bag had just gone up
it.
“Damn it, Rudy!”
He jolted upright, knocking some of the peppermint crystals to the
floor. “Shit!” He nervously tried to salvage the fallen powder before all was
lost in the fibers of the carpet. The rest of the room cleared out.
“Q, I know what you’re thinking…”
She walked over to him and crushed a broken candy cane into
the carpet. He frantically tried to sniff
it up. She had no choice. It had come to this. She spun around, reared up her
hind legs and kicked Rudy so hard she broke the other wall with his body.
“Enough, cuz.”
When he came to, Rudy looked at Cupid and burst into tears: “Okay.”
2 comments:
Way to be strong, Cupid. It's for his own good...death by candy cane is no way to go.
Yeah! He needed a good kick through the wall! "Now that I have your attention...."
Great job!
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