05-28-2017, 10:33 AM
"Mumsy, there's not much milk left. Shall I leave it for your tea?"
"No my dear, you can have it! I'll just go round the shops in a second."
A man reaches into the fridge, pulling out the plastic bottle and closing the doorr, gently so as not to disturb the various magnets and child's paintings being held up by them. Placing the drink on the counter, he ran his fingers sideways through his hair and worked his way down to his neck, tilting it either side in an attempt to limber up.
"Sorry, milk isn't for cacti."
Lifting his other arm, a plushie cactus found it's way right next to the plastic container, facing the opposite way with it's smile beaming towards a wall, two black discs shifting slightly at the bottom of it's googly eyes. The man's hand gently grasped the top of the toy, turning it so it faced him.
"It's ok Cuddles, I'll get you some water. Not too much though, ok? Mumsy says cacti don't drink very much, too much is bad for them."
Reaching into a cupboard, the man pulls out a glass and a small beaker. Unscrewing the lid of the milk bottle, he fills the glass to nearly the brim, before placing the beaker under the faucet. Instead of turning it on, he starts to make a swooshing sound effect, his eyes slowly raising as they trace an imaginary water level.
"Here you go! Don't tell Reginald, you know he gets jealous sometimes."
Slowly pouring the 'water' into the brown felt at Cuddles's feet... Stem... Thingy, he then attended to his own needs, greedily slurping his preferred beverage before licking the white moustache off of his upper lip. Leaving the kitchen with the glass in one hand and his favourite cuddly toy in the other, he closed the door behind him... And opened it again. Walking back through, he placed both back on the counter before grabbing the bottle of milk, still out of the fridge, and returning it to where it belonged.
"Oh Bobby you silly sausage!"
Grabbing his things and leaving once again, he didn't see one of the magnets fall off the fridge. As it did, one of the pictures fell to the ground. Granted the art was of questionable quality, done by someone with a thick brush and presumably a thicker brain, but it appeared to be of Bobby, an old lady, Cuddles, a teddy bear wearing a top hat with some kind of black ring around it's eye and some non-descript grey blob with a smiley face.
"I'll be back soon my baby, you sure there's nothing Mummy can get you?"
"I'm good thanks. I love you!"
For some reason, defying all logic and expectation, the grey haired woman slowly started to fade from the picture. A loud thud could be heard from the other room.
"Mumsy? Are you ok? That looked like it hurt. Here, I'll help you up, Cuddles will too."
"... Mummy? Mummy? Wake up, you wanted to go to the shop! I mean, I don't mind you sleeping, but you'll get sad at yourself."
"Can you hear me? You're scaring me Mumsy. It isn't April, is it? Are you playing a joke at the wrong time of year?"
"... Please? Stop it Mummy, you're making me want to cry, I don't like crying. Mummy?"
Now, the rest of the figures on the picture began to fade away too, all at the same time and rate.
"Mum! What are you doing! Why aren't you waking up? You usually wake up so easy!"
And all that was left was a blank page. Pure white, unstained, ready to start again.
"No my dear, you can have it! I'll just go round the shops in a second."
A man reaches into the fridge, pulling out the plastic bottle and closing the doorr, gently so as not to disturb the various magnets and child's paintings being held up by them. Placing the drink on the counter, he ran his fingers sideways through his hair and worked his way down to his neck, tilting it either side in an attempt to limber up.
"Sorry, milk isn't for cacti."
Lifting his other arm, a plushie cactus found it's way right next to the plastic container, facing the opposite way with it's smile beaming towards a wall, two black discs shifting slightly at the bottom of it's googly eyes. The man's hand gently grasped the top of the toy, turning it so it faced him.
"It's ok Cuddles, I'll get you some water. Not too much though, ok? Mumsy says cacti don't drink very much, too much is bad for them."
Reaching into a cupboard, the man pulls out a glass and a small beaker. Unscrewing the lid of the milk bottle, he fills the glass to nearly the brim, before placing the beaker under the faucet. Instead of turning it on, he starts to make a swooshing sound effect, his eyes slowly raising as they trace an imaginary water level.
"Here you go! Don't tell Reginald, you know he gets jealous sometimes."
Slowly pouring the 'water' into the brown felt at Cuddles's feet... Stem... Thingy, he then attended to his own needs, greedily slurping his preferred beverage before licking the white moustache off of his upper lip. Leaving the kitchen with the glass in one hand and his favourite cuddly toy in the other, he closed the door behind him... And opened it again. Walking back through, he placed both back on the counter before grabbing the bottle of milk, still out of the fridge, and returning it to where it belonged.
"Oh Bobby you silly sausage!"
Grabbing his things and leaving once again, he didn't see one of the magnets fall off the fridge. As it did, one of the pictures fell to the ground. Granted the art was of questionable quality, done by someone with a thick brush and presumably a thicker brain, but it appeared to be of Bobby, an old lady, Cuddles, a teddy bear wearing a top hat with some kind of black ring around it's eye and some non-descript grey blob with a smiley face.
"I'll be back soon my baby, you sure there's nothing Mummy can get you?"
"I'm good thanks. I love you!"
For some reason, defying all logic and expectation, the grey haired woman slowly started to fade from the picture. A loud thud could be heard from the other room.
"Mumsy? Are you ok? That looked like it hurt. Here, I'll help you up, Cuddles will too."
"... Mummy? Mummy? Wake up, you wanted to go to the shop! I mean, I don't mind you sleeping, but you'll get sad at yourself."
"Can you hear me? You're scaring me Mumsy. It isn't April, is it? Are you playing a joke at the wrong time of year?"
"... Please? Stop it Mummy, you're making me want to cry, I don't like crying. Mummy?"
Now, the rest of the figures on the picture began to fade away too, all at the same time and rate.
"Mum! What are you doing! Why aren't you waking up? You usually wake up so easy!"
And all that was left was a blank page. Pure white, unstained, ready to start again.