Calvin is suffering from PTSD.
|Calvin cursed as he took his boots off to get the snow out. A freak blizzard
caused more then just his toes to go numb. A single child bold enough to
play on the old rustic swing set was the only reminder of life anywhere.
Following his own tracks home from the previous night he managed to
stumble back to his house in a night so dark even the wolves wouldn’t
be out. Under the glow of his dimming porch light shivering wearing an
old canvas colored trench coat he found on a dead body from the war he
realized his key was gone. The bad stitching job in his pocket finally took
its revenge. Guttural laughter suddenly erupted from his throat; he had
forgotten how to cry long ago. Reaching for the spare he kept under the
dusty Chinese welcome matt, he went inside and yelled “IM HOME”.
Like a tattoo from a drunken party Hobbes came out of nowhere leapt out
and pummeled him.
“You smell like those old Camel smokes we used to have in the war”
muttered Calvin under the weight of 6 ounces of stuffing and fur.
“So what, I was reminiscing in the closet with Joe Camel” said Hobbes.
Hearing the creaking of the boards underneath as Calvin rose Hobbes
abruptly scattered into a corner. “Relax, you know that the ATTACK of the
deranged mutant KILLER snow GOONS was long ago and that they can not
follow us inside” said Calvin
Hobbes, lying under a couch like an old toy some kid was trying to hide
from his mother during spring cleaning, muttered “This place is a dump”
Calvin’s blond hair was the only thing to contrast the monochrome gray
hues of the house.
“Ok I agree the place is bad enough to make a scandal on the New York
Times, but stop dodging the subject.”
With a bit of a snarl Hobbes genuinely asked “why are you such an idiot”
Calvin threw his hands up in the air and admitted “Fine, playing
Frankenstein with 2 headed snowmen was not the best idea but how
was I supposed to know that they would burn down almost the entire
neighborhood?” Hobbes exasperated “Until they got within a stone’s throw
of your house you actually helped them”
With a smirk Calvin pronounced “It is funny because its true”
The stone cold silence was only penetrated with an awkward Cuckoo Clock.
Hobbes crawled out of the couch looking like a pony first learns how to
walk holding a bottle of brandy. A surprised Calvin asked “where did you
get it?” “From the neighbors” responded Hobbes. Calvin just noticed his
tired bloodshot eyes. With a quick nod Hobbes rummaged around and found
some bowls. “No glasses” muttered Hobbes. A half hearted gulp was all
Calvin could muster as he tried to get rid of the cold but the shivers would
not go away.