This weeks Sunday Scribblings theme was “Goodbyes…”, and even though I’m late as anything- I’m going to post it anyway!
Goodbyes… lets ponder them for a moment shall we.
They’re not usually much fun are they?
Of course- it depends very much on whom you’re saying goodbye TO… and in that case, I was very much looking forward to saying farewell… to hearing the swansong of my bitter adversary… to bidding the nut job- who’d been making my life a misery- adieu.
I’d even been planning it. I’d been painstakingly rehearsing every possible scenario in my head. I had my timing down to the millisecond and I was damn sure I’d covered every eventuality!
And then the son of a bitch arrived- with his own bloody wyvern! I wanted to scream with frustration!
I had heard him coming and was just about to unclip Nidhug’s leash so my trusty attack dragon could surprise my intended target as he came round the corner from the parking lot- when Nidhug tensed up. He only EVER froze like that for one reason- a doe! Yes, Nidhug was exceptionally well trained and yes he was a mostly reliable attack dragon, but he was also one horny little reptile. A doe within two blocks would engross him persistently until either she disappeared, or he found her.
And the crafty bastard I was after had somehow gotten wind of what I was up to… and had taken steps. And there he was- with the one thing that could throw a spanner in my works. I hadn’t realised he knew me as well as all that. I was more than a little upset that I had underestimated him yet again.
As Hondo’s little doe started to keen softly, he stopped in his tracks, his keys already in his hand.
“Dina?” he called softly- and I swear I’ll hear that call in my head forever- “I know you’re there…” he said, “I knew you’d be coming, that’s why I borrowed Bindy here from a friend of mine. You told me about Nidhug once… remember?” He stood dead still, not even really looking around him- although I couldn’t see his eyes from where I was.
Nidhug was starting to wriggle in his harness- eager to try and get to the little doe.
“Hondo…” I said softly, “Hondo, Hondo, Hondo. I came to kill you, you know. I came to end this. I’m tired Hondo. Nidhug was going to do it for me, no trace, you know. I’ve had enough… the hurting is just too much anymore.”
“Dina, come to me please,” Hondo implored me, “let’s fix this. We can make amends…”
“I just want to say goodbye, Hondo…” I replied as I stepped out of the trees with Nidhug at my heel.
Aaah, such fond memories.
Bindy’s eggs hatch in a few days and Nidhug is all but smoking with paternal pride.
You know, no one ever asked where I got her.
I do so enjoy a good farewell.
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