Short Story: Molly & Robby
Molly & Robby The décor of the bedroom clinked in rapturous applause for the dismount as Robin thrust himself from his restless roost atop his bed bunk and crashed onto the floor below; the ground groaned at the poor form. The early morning stirrings would not bother most, typically because ‘most’ would be stirring with them. However there were those for whom the precedent set by such a stark morning was not very riveting and they were quite content to shut out the dawning light, tighten blankets and apply more pressure to their hollow, and sunken, pillows. Molly was one such person, a stumpy figure with a pronounced nose, and she was less than enthused for the morning bustle. Her sunken and mellow eyes winced in response to the dawning light, which struggled to adjust as she drew back the duvet, huffed in angst, and emerged from her hovel. Her only reprieve was the shadow cast on her by her proud as a peacock partner, Robin, as he admired his own visage in the ...