Gareth's Gift

The house was cold, or so it seemed. Though it was in the middle of winter something was present in the house that made everything feel different.

A sulky Gareth was making his way home after a break-up. The house was cold when he entered and appeared to have it’s usual atmosphere. While Gareth removed his coat, readying himself to simply crash in front of the television and remain there all night. This would be fine as it would mean that what was in his living room would be inevitable to be seen. Gareth entered his living room and saw.

Shocked at first, he fell immediately into admiring it as it was something he loved. It’s swarthy look mollified Gareth while he was going through perspiration. As prodigious as Gareth felt, he forgot to realize it had started to approach him. Gareth went to his knee’s to give it proper attention. While doing so he noticed a large wound on it’s head, almost seeming to go quite deep into it’s skull.

Gareth opened his arms to it, not questioning where it came from or if it was being searched for. Concluding from the wound on it’s head it seemed to have come from bad owners. Forgetting about his break-up Gareth sat down, appreciating what had just walked into his life.