B Story for the #atozchallenge

Brenda stopped in her tracks halfway down the stairs. Bright blue eyes shone out of the pitch black of the night. Brenda counted four of them. Blurry eyed still, she was unable to make out anything else at all.

Blindly, Brenda felt her way down. Bare feet inched along ice-cold tiles and dipped cautiously down to the next. Bitterly cold fingers clutched the brass banister. Blanched cheeks sensed only by the eyes’ owners, willing her to continue her mission.

Before obeying their silent command, Brenda looked down again. Both familiar white forms barged into her vision.

Bother! bugger! and other b-words blasted her brain after she lost her footing. But she continued to clutch the bannister, avoiding serious damage. Bruises on knees and arms would be the only outcome.

Braving the rest of the stairs, Brenda thrilled at the soft touch of thick, downy carpet and fluffy white creatures. Blowing warm air on her frozen hands, she led her companions into the kitchen and closed the door.

Being inside the room negated the necessity for quiet and dark. Brian wouldn’t hear her here. Brenda switched on the light and gradually accustomed her eyes to it. Below her, with ears sticking straight up in the air and a patience she knew would soon wane, two fluffy white rabbits awaited their next meal.