Is This Happiness?

  This is a fable about the difficulties of divorce and abandonment. It shows how these things impact a family and how we don't appreciate what we have until we lose them. In this case they all lost everything that matters.
  The house was inaudible, ready for the twenty-fifth of December. Stockings hung from the jagged nails bound onto the mantel. The tree perfectly lit by the flashes of neon blues, greens, yellows and reds luminated the common room. Ms. Johnson where has she vanished to. She is always on time to clean and polish her porcelain children.
  "Disaster," Shouted Balthazar, "This is absurd!" Balthazar, a smallish looking dainty figurine, hung upon the mantel near the neon lit tree. He had an absurd purple vest which barely covered his porcelain belly. His painted brown eyes peircing through every doll in the room had infuriated his significant other.
  "Balthazar calm yourself!" said his beautiful wife Veronica. She had a delicate body. Her hair reached down her back, her face matching that of a Precious Moments character. She had never been so angry.
  "She left us," said Balthazar uncomfortable, "and you know it as well as I do that she is never coming back."
  "Father," exclaimed a rather small voice from the hallway of the home, "what's all the ruckus?" It was Junior the short chubby child of Balthazar and Veronica. He was wobbling into the common room. Ms. Jones had unknowingly knocked him over the day of her accident and his leg had shattered. Although his leg was missing he was still the spitting image of his father.
  "She's gone," said Balthazar rather chillingly. "She is gone and she is never coming back."
  "Oh Balthazar," said Veronica, " you're scaring him. stop filling his head with nothing but scary stories."
  "It isn't a scary story she had a heart attack this is reality," Junior was now crying from the stern voice following  his fathers lips, "she isn't coming back Veronica!"
  "They said she would be back Friday" she followed with a comforting angelic voice.
  "Well she isn't here is she," He stated strongly, "it's Monday Veronica she has been gone for longer than six days."
  Ms. Johnson suffered a severe heart attack the Wednesday before. She began showing signs of sickness a few months before, with that her doctor had perscribed her many medications but she never took them. She was stubborn, but she always was. She left those pills in the corner of the bottom of her drawer. All they had done was collect dust and beg to be consumed, but the three of them knew she would never take them. After all she was eighty-five years old.
  "What do you suppose will happen then," she asked, "do you expect us to just go along with these silly thoughts going through your mind? Should we just leave and lay down on the street to wait for some strangers to pick us up separately? Think of your son Balthazar we musn't forget his condition."
  "I am thinking of our son for God's sake," he was so frustrated," he's all I ever think about! I love my son, but I'm not sure I could say the same about you."
  "What are you saying?"
  "I think this has been going on for far too long. It's time."
  "You can't be serious Balthazar, your son cannot walk!" Junior left the room on his crutch made from two pencils and a cotton swab.
  "I'm not asking for you to take him."
  "But I must he is my son he was born from my body and..."
  " Please enough of this rubbish! The old lady bought him out of the window from the thrift store," he stated heavily,"he isn't even our son and we were never even supposed to be married. I was sold in the same box sure, but I should've been sold separately. Since then I couldn't get rid of you!"
  " I am not leaving my son," she had never been so serious," just because you are scared does not mean that you have to take it out on your own family."
  " Are you deaf," he said firmly," you are not my wife and he is not my son!"
  She couldn't handle it, she had began histerically crying. She ran from the room and he stayed questioning his survival. Where would he end up if she never came home? Who would come for her personal items? Would he be sold or would he be donated? He had a friend who had been donated and the others told him he had gone mad. Constantly standing on a pedistal visualizing the perfect home. His human had left him behind in an effort to leave her evicted home. All these thoughts racing through his empty tennis ball shaped head. Then Veronica had appeared in his mind. His love, how could he have been so cruel. He needed her and Junior. When would he have another amazing family he asked himself. Racing through his mind he found the strength to call for them.
  "Veronica" he screamed at the top of his tiny lungs. "Junior! Veronica! Where are you! I love you, both of you where have you gone?" It was useless, they were gone. He searched every inch of the house they had left him in his sorrow. Just as Ms. Jones had done they vanished never to be seen again and Balthazar alone. Alone and saddened he began wandering the woods and full of sorrow he stopped,standing in the street he had become delusional, he was no longer in his concious mind. A car was coming should he move? Should he keep searching for his love? Should he follow through on his wife's words?
  "Veronica, Junior!" he shouted histerically. " I love you!"
  "We love you too," shouted voices from the side of the road," get out of the..." Their voices died as did the voice of Balthazar. Junior and Veronica stood their shivering crying and waiting to see if the one they loved their father, their husband would emerge from the shattered porcelain covering the thin street. The car had stopped a few feet ahead. It was no use he was gone. He loved them and now all he loved was taken from him. With that terrifying sight they left wandering the woods for any sights of food or water.
  The car which ran their beloved over had punctured one of the tires. Someone had emerged from the car.
  "I'm coming hold on!" shouted a man to the passenger of the ride.
  "I haven't got all day sweet heart hurry up!" Who could be so concerned? Who had been so impatient? It was her, yes Ms. Jones. She had returned from her vacation full of blood tests IV's and pill buffets. She was tired and hungry she walked towards the porcelain mess.
  "What a mess," she said to the young man,"Jimmy can you go ahead and help me to pick up all these porcelain peices? I have some work to do when I get home." They both had picked up the mess of glass surronding the street, it was done. He took her into her house she sat on her common room love seat and looked at the mess of porcelain which they had stuffed into a plastic baggy. Then she noticed, where was her Balthazar and why was his spot on the shelf empty? He heart began to race then she bagan to hear the pitter patter of tiny footsteps leading down the hallway. She followed them into her office. There they were Veronica and Junior both full of dirt and staring into her very soul.
  "Jimmy," she hesitated, then they moved," Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!" like a broken record that could not be fixed she screamed. Her heart began to race the vibration in her chest began to pinch every muscle in her body. Her breathing slowly died.
  It was over, all of it over.

A Declaration from Lenina's Lusty Chains

  I have loved you for too long. My thirst for you to be my beloved wife has now turned dry. My heart ached for the very scent of you in every corner. Now, I must bid you adieu.
  I have been decieved, for your lust has blinded me from seeing my true perception of the world. Now I set myself free of my Juliet and the lustiness which you yourself hath set upon me. I declare myself free of your lusty ways. Free of the neglagence, pain and suffering of not having the love I have searched for all my life.
  "O happy dagger!
  This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
  I leave you Lenina with my heart wrapped around your sleave. I leave you with my independence following right behind me. My independence, may it be as subtle as my way out of this Brave New World.
  My heart the very sanctuary for your lust is now free of your solid embrace. I loved you yet all you wanted was my attention for you amusment. You never loved me but I always loved you. Now I must turn away from your sexual amusement and break free of your lusty chains.
  I never wanted to be a part of the cycle, part of the crowd or part of what our world thought was right. I am different. I can love. I can't compete with others. I am John the Savage. I am compelled to vigorously tell you that I am no longer under your infamous spell. I have grown through savagery in rage knowing woman like you to be beautiful and full of fear among men like me. Scared for what might happen if you made a commitment.
  Marriage, Lenina why don't you understand my urge for us both to be married. My love has grown with every word risen from the depths of my soul. Although my love grows so does my hatred. I no longer care for my soma nor do I care for your love.
  You have decieved me, used me, abused me and confused me. I no longer understand why society's rules have so much impact on your life when you yourself have never even realized society itself is completely ruining all our lives.
  I declare my independence from you Lenina. I declare that all who fall under your sinful spell be set free from this baroness wasteland. I declare that all who shall set eyes upon my one and only love quickly look away for one look at her will quickly turn all to stone. She be the Medusa of society and quickly have I learned that you, Lenina, the beautiful creature I first laid eyes on are the one who hath taken my soul for granted.
  You yourself have watched me squirm in this savagery only to laugh and sleep with my body leaving my soul to the gates of death. I am finished with my savage ways of beating around the bush.
  I declare my independence from you Lenina you are no longer my addiction. I have now broke through those lusty chains.