Sorry for the late posting.
First, I want to thank everyone for your beautiful comments yesterday. I appreciate all your words of sympathy and support. They touched my heart and help me through this difficult time.
Second, yesterday I reached 50 followers on this blog! Thank you so much to everyone who has invested themselves in my writing. My appreciation can’t be properly stated. My gratitude is boundless!
Now, today’s post is a short one because I haven’t had much time to write. It’s more cute than anything, something lighthearted to counteract the sadness of late. It comes courtesy of a prompt by one of my best friends: Currer Rhodes. She doesn’t have a blog yet, but you should definitely check her out on twitter: here!
I hope you enjoy this lighter one 🙂
Bundle of Joy
Charlotte finished tying the ribbon atop the small box. She never quite understood why she paid so much attention to these details. They were never appreciated. It brought her joy, though, so there was that.
The Christmas tree in her living room was smaller than she would have liked. There wasn’t nearly enough snow on the ground. The baubles and garland looked tired and worn out.
She hadn’t expected much out of her first Christmas in her own apartment. The three and a half was snug, sometimes in a claustrophobic way.
Through the poorly insulated walls, she could hear the sound of her neighbours celebrating the holiday in the most intimate of ways.
She reached for the radio and turned the volume up until she drowned out the sound. Little tricks like these had helped her survive this first year. But her true source of strength had come not from her own invention, but Rochester.
He was sleeping at the moment, nestled in the basket by the window, a small ball of ebony fur.
She knelt beside him and stroked him.
He stirred, whimpering in protest. He peaked his head up, his eyes bleary, still sleepy. Those yellow green orbs demanded that she let him fall back into his slumber. Such a feline.
“I have a gift for you.” She placed the box in the basket beside him.
He sniffed it curiously.
“Let me help you with that.”
She unwound the ribbon. The twirling fabric caught Rochester’s attention. Alert, he swatted at the dangling strand before making a grab for it with his teeth.
They played tug-of-war for a few seconds until Rochester wrested it from her grasp. He would never guess that she had let him win.
The moment it fell limp, he lost all interest in it and observed Charlotte instead as she unwrapped the present.
She dropped the wrapping paper over him and Rochester struggled beneath it until he popped out, from under it, accusation in his eyes.
She pressed a kiss against his brow and ruffled his fur. “I personally think the green and red stripes suit you well.”
He didn’t seem impressed, ogling the box with curiosity. A persistent mew fled his lips.
She lifted the top off the box to reveal a patchwork mouse inside. “Oh, look! A friend!”
Pulling the mouse out, she shook him a little to produce a ringing sound. Rochester couldn’t see the bell inside its and his eyes popped open to hear the noise.
“Happy Birthday, Rochester.”
She threw it at him and he caught it in his mouth. Then he flung it across the floor and leapt after it.
“I sure would hate to be your friend.”
She smiled and picked up the paper and box.
Rochester had entered her life three years ago and, while it wasn’t his actual birth date, she would always celebrate the 24th as though it was. He would always be her favourite gift, her best friend, her little bundle of joy.
May inspiration flow like ink upon your quill,
© 2015. Faith Rivens.