DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IT.
3 months later:
Howard and Vince sit on their new sofa in the new house close together. The last of the snow outside is melting, turning to slush. This is the bit of winter that Vince really hates; when it is cold but not quite cold enough for the crisp white laying to remain on the ground, so instead it melts, washing away, clumps of it floating around in a torrent of water that clogs up drains and floods gardens. The salt from the grit gets on Vince's shoes and spoils them, making him miserable and wish the snow had never fallen.
That is what it's normally like. But not right now, right now he has a log fire crackling to it's self in the corner, a good book and a brand new pair of snow shoes that Howard gave him for Christmas. But to Vince these material objects mean very little, what makes the difference is that he has Howard to snuggle up to inside, Howard to shield him from the elements and the wet and to be honest Vince couldn't care where he was, what the weather was like or his worldly riches, to him Howard is all he needs. It's a good job he has him then.
Howard shifts slightly, re-positioning Vince who is curled up, head resting on his shoulder, taking up most of the sofa. Howard has the newspaper in his hand although he is no longer reading it, rather watching Vince breath in and out, eyes half closed as he determinedly tries to finish the last chapter of his book before sleep succumbs him.
Howard thinks about the last 6 months. He thinks that if someone where to paint a picture, no rather just to paint lines but use the colours to describe it, it would start with bright reds, vivid angry and aggressive. The line would be thick and take the whole canvas up, leaving no room for anything else. Then the picture would become full of other colours, al twisting together, fighting for dominance, but they wouldn't be the many multifaceted colours of the rainbow, all happy and bright but clear and defined, rather each colour would have a thousand shades with in it and within that a thousand more. Then the colours would fade and merge, like if you mixed every colour of paint together but instead of making a dull drown they make a desolate, empty blue, slowly getting lighter and darker at the same time until it is gray and then the gray makes black and the black is all there is for what seems like a very long time. However gradually gray silvers wind back in as a light in the tunnel appears before a massive golden, bright takes over about the time Howard saw Vince again – just a splodge to start with but slowly other colours also fade in to the sliver gray black until nearly all the black is gone and the picture is a mass of bright colours, warm burgundies, deep oranges and crimson, signifying the warmth and comfort and also the passion that Howard and Vince's new life brought with it. There is also other, bright colours, yellows and pink that wrap them selves in as Vince's sunshine kid, lollypops and candy persona returns. Other colours are still joining, more recently Shaman and Gorilla colours as Naboo and Bollo rejoin their lives. And by this point, although the black streaks may still be there, nibbling at the edges the line of colour is still dancing away from it, leaving the desolate and bleak colours behind and making room for the new interweaving, explosion of colour to take it's place.
The house was Vince's idea, after all his tiny flat was defiantly not big enough for the both of them, not least when he got a call from Naboo saying that he had heard about Howard and Bollo wanted to see them again. Which was Naboo's way of saying that he was missing them.
And so, about a month later they had sold the last of the Nabootique (They were still renting the rooms above apparently), Vince's flat and delved into the savings they had collected, deciding that this was defiantly how they wanted to spend them, and bough a house. It's not that big, and they still don't have much furniture but they love it. It is the first place since the zoo that they really feel is home. The house is quite old but the interior is done up really modern and with a bit of 'Vince's magic' –as Howard put it- it really is very them. They even managed to save some money on furniture, after all, one bed would most certainly be enough for the both of them.
And so, the aftermath of the wave has been cleared up, and no-one's saying it was easy – because it wasn't- and it took a lot of hard work and dedication but all that is left is the memories in people's minds and the new defences and in built warning, so that should it ever happen again, God forbid, it will be spotted and stopped before it's too late. For this part of the coast they are safe, and the people can sleep easy tonight, knowing it's all going to be ok.
Ok. So I'm more than a little bit proud of this… ;) I personally think it's some of the best writing I've done of this sort in a while… But… What do you think?! (OHH, shameless digging for reviews… hehe) but seriously though, this is it now, so, what did you think?
Also, Thank you to the encouraging and brilliant Growly Noir who, as far as I can think has reviewed pretty much every chapter of everything I write… ;) thank you xx. ;)
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