22. Brimming with emotion

Three days. It was three whole days since Yaya had disappeared. Not a message, not a phone call, nothing. The wasteland. The loneliness of it. Oh, Little Hairy-Harry was desperate, miserable, deep down in the dumps. Despite a pressing need to talk it all through with his shrink, he was keeping his chin up. Tests, the likes of these, he knew were sent to try his resistance. But hell’s teeth, the going was tough!

Furthermore, he had some questions for Yaya. Questions of a personal nature that were no business of anybody else. Of matters that were troublesome, of an... intimate nature.

Well, frankly, to tell the truth, he was having unusual dreams. That was it. And was waking up with a huge idiotic grin on his face, while strictly speaking, he ought to be feeling blue. Little Hairy-Hairy was quite lost. And it is at times like this that one most needs a friend...

‘Yayaaaaa! Where have you gone?!’

Nothing. No response.

A teeny-tiny tear trickled all the way down his little cheek and fell, ker-splat, onto the ground. Followed by another, and then another.

This gave LHH the chance to tidy a bit around his hidey-hole... Is that what tears are good for? Housework? He was not amused. Little Hairy-Harry  vowed solemnly, for the remainder of his days, to turn his back on housework.

He, a refined little bum hair, renounced the military rigour he’d been imposing for weeks prior. After all, looking around, it was evident that he was the one and only making the effort. So there! Harumph.