The Snow that Flurried like Shouting Bears
A Short Story
by meme
Chris Humble was thinking about Gregory Wilson again. Gregory was a malicious brute with pointy legs and brown lips.
Chris walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved rural Bangkok with its zealous, zany zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a malicious figure of Gregory Wilson.
Chris gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a down to earth, rude, port drinker with fragile legs and curvaceous lips. His friends saw him as a quirky, quick queen. Once, he had even rescued a dark baby from a burning building.
But not even a down to earth person who had once rescued a dark baby from a burning building, was prepared for what Gregory had in store today.
The snow flurried like shouting bears, making Chris happy. Chris grabbed a squidgy banana that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Chris stepped outside and Gregory came closer, he could see the ordinary glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want peace," Gregory bellowed, in a giving tone. He slammed his fist against Chris's chest, with the force of 1829 gerbils. "I frigging love you, Chris Humble."
Chris looked back, even more happy and still fingering the squidgy banana. "Gregory, I ate your puppy," he replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two handsome, hushed hamsters talking at a very adorable birthday party, which had piano music playing in the background and two hungry uncles singing to the beat.
Chris regarded Gregory's pointy legs and brown lips. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Gregory.
"Please?" begged Chris with puppy dog eyes.
Gregory looked surprised, his body blushing like a rotten, rapid record.
Then Gregory came inside for a nice glass of port.
THE END
