James, at eight, closely cuddled an old toy rabbit from when he was three.
This house was too large, too cold, too damp, too miserable.
Two years here and the family all felt the gloom of the dark, isolated gothic run-down ruin.
When they finally moved out, James happily dropped Bun-bun, and left him there.
Originally posted in response to a 56-word writing challenge (Word Fix at 56) , based on a photograph, in 2012