A Silent Observer
Basically just a story that began in my mind and kid of just wrote itself as I wrote it. It could be said that it is about how a single person is able to effect the world or not.
She took one sip. It was all she really needed. Just enough to get the taste to soak her lips with the acidic taste of the alcohol. She had hoped that by sitting alone that it would send to signal to any man that wanted to hook up with her tonight that she was quite uninterested. She should have known better from drunken men. She sighed and the woman next to her paused in her ravishing conversation with a younger dark haired man about the usage of flavored condoms in abnormal ways. She shook her head and decided to block their conversation from ruining the fruity taste of her beverage. She bent her ear so that it covered the side from being heard. The silver fox raised her head up to read the sign above the bar. It read "one who does not Listen will be Silent", she debated with herself the usage of the uppercase letters on the two words and discovered with quite a smart giggle that they used the same letters.
The fluffy tail of the dark-furred fox brush against something and she realized with a start that the two people who had once been conversing rather loudly and both left and were replaced by a handsome dog. His spilled coffee and cream coat seemed so soft that it nearly floated. He was drinking a glass of some dark liquid and pretended not to eye her through his low hanging bangs. She studied him for a moment and then pretended not to be interested and returned to her own drink. Her ear rose slightly and the half of the room was noisily heard again. A sudden bar fight broke behind them and she and the dog turned to view the show. A blue-tinted green scaled lizard hissed his parted tongue out at a scarred wildebeest that blew puffs in return. The crowd gathering around the two had mixed feelings about the confrontation. Some shouted encouragements to one or the other side, and some just disgustingly remarked how they should take it elsewhere.
Both the people at the bar turned back around and ignored the scene behind them as it rose and then seemed to fade as both the animals walked outside. The silver fox looked outside the foggy window and saw that the sun was already rising on the horizon. She finished her drink with one last soft gulp and stood upon sleepy legs. She tipped the bartender who looked quite distraught after the night that had ensued and she began her journey home. Outside in the almost deserted streets, homeless people and beggars gathered in groups collecting whatever they could from various trashcans. She walked on heedless of their helpless despair. Through the dark streets she walked past so many people just like her. She never regarded the fact that she could be in the same place as they were now and when a dirty old man stepped in front of her asking for money she made a point to make a very large space between them as she walked past him disgusted.
She was almost home when she happened to look down an alley where a shadow of a creature stood over a lump she presumed was another person. At that moment, the sun crested the top of the building and a single ray of sunshine landed upon the standing shadow and the gun he held. It also landed upon the face of the slumped body. It was a female and she lay down scared and crying. She was also a fox but her fur was coated in a fine layer of dust and dirt and her real fur color could only be estimated. The fox's eyes slid from her attacker to the silver fox standing in the front of the alley and seemed to cry for help. It was at the moment that her eyes made contact that the gun exploded and her head flung back against the wall she lifelessly leaned against. Red blood trickled down her face and dripped from her muzzle and her eyes again slid downward now only a fraction of the shining eyes they were only a minute before.
The fox turned and silently continued upon her journey. She passed more alleyways and each time she closed her eyes and passed without looking, though her wild mind imagined what could be happening in the shadows. The sunrise painted the sky with an array of reds and it shined upon her home when she finally reached the safety of her comfortable walls. She shut the door and locked it and then closed every window and covered them with blinds. Quite satisfied that she had shut out the world completely, she laid herself upon her bed and stared at the dull ceiling. She never thought of what she could have accomplished that night just on her way home. She turned her head and her eyes landed upon yesterday's newspaper. The headlines were full of deceit, murder, theft, and anything else that one person could do to another. The fox sighed and closed her eyes. The last thing that ran through her mind before she drifted into a dreamless sleep was the sign above the bar, "Those who will not Listen will be Silent", and she remarked about how the only thing she had taken out of that was the usage of the uppercase letters and the spelling.