Ashleigh Anpilova


Abby meets Bert.

An Abby-centric gen story.

Written: August 2009. Word count: 400.




Abby made her way along the busy sidewalk, looking in windows, sighing to herself. Yet again she'd left it until the last possible moment to go Christmas shopping. And even though she'd left her apartment so she could be at the stores when they first opened, they and the sidewalks were crowded with people, clearly also doing their last minute Christmas shopping.


She's done pretty well, even if she did say so herself. She only had her little brother's gift left to get and something for Ducky. Oh, and the gift she always bought each year: something for herself.


Usually during the year she would have seen something she really wanted and earmarked it for her Christmas gift to herself. Sometimes she even bought it several months in advance, just to be sure of getting it. But, if she did this, she always put it away until Christmas. However, this year, nothing had caught her eye.


Half an hour later, the last two gifts for other people bought, she gave serious consideration to going home and treating herself in the New Year. It wouldn't be the same, but - And then she saw it. In the window of the store she'd been about to hurry past - as much as she could hurry.


Maneuvering herself through a group of teenage girls, she stood in front of the window and stared at it. It was perfect. It was just what she wanted. She looked at it and it seemed to look back at her. That was it. That was her gift to herself. She hurried into the store.


Twenty minutes later after some intense haggling and persuading and pleading - apparently it hadn't actually been for sale, it had merely been part of the window display - she hugged her parcel and left the store before the clerk could change his mind.


Back in her apartment she hastily wrapped up her brother and Ducky's gifts, before sitting down on the couch and taking her gift out of the bag.


It - no he - was soft, but in a firm way. She hugged it and jumped slightly when it farted. She laughed and squeezed it again; it was even more perfect than she'd thought. Then she held it out and looked at it, admiring the tusks and the color. "I'm going to call you Bert," she said. "Hello, Bert." She smiled and squeezed him again.




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