Brendan sat naked on the side of the bed. His dangled legs lay in contrast against the pink floral quilt. The sound of running water could be heard through the door of the adjacent bathroom. Brendan imagined water gently caressing the petite body of the woman showering inside. Julie was smart, fun, attractive, and lively – everything he had ever dreamed of. How had he managed to take her home? And, how was she still alone? Brendan shook his head as he considered these questions. He couldn’t work out how this woman had survived 34 years without being snapped up by a rich and handsome doctor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” asked a deep threatening voice. Brendan turned suspiciously in an attempt to locate its poser. No one was there.
“Over here fuck stick.” Brendan was surprised when he uncovered the owner of the chilling voice. The small brown teddy bear that lay atop the pillows focused its piercing eyes on Brendan. Its once tender features had changed to a malicious scowl. The bear reached behind the pillow and withdrew a meat cleaver. It pointed the weapon at Brendan. “Get the fuck out of here,” it said, speaking down the blade.
Brendan grabbed his clothes from the floor, snatched his wallet from the dresser, and ran from the room. The bear dropped the cleaver through a gap in the headboard and returned to its gentle, lifeless aspect.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” asked a deep threatening voice. Brendan turned suspiciously in an attempt to locate its poser. No one was there.
“Over here fuck stick.” Brendan was surprised when he uncovered the owner of the chilling voice. The small brown teddy bear that lay atop the pillows focused its piercing eyes on Brendan. Its once tender features had changed to a malicious scowl. The bear reached behind the pillow and withdrew a meat cleaver. It pointed the weapon at Brendan. “Get the fuck out of here,” it said, speaking down the blade.
Brendan grabbed his clothes from the floor, snatched his wallet from the dresser, and ran from the room. The bear dropped the cleaver through a gap in the headboard and returned to its gentle, lifeless aspect.