Olaf had sailed life’s oceans many long years and had suffered the worst of its mighty swells. Now it seemed a wave had come that could take him under and down into that dark blue.
Two whole days into lockdown… she turned, as perhaps he knew she would.
It was all so swift, so subtle. He had gone to get groceries, as he had throughout Lockdown Pt1; confronting the dangers that lurked in the air.
On his return, he found the door bolted, the downstairs in darkness and one warm, flickering glow emanating from the bedroom window. Patchouli’s sensual aroma stung his suspicious nostrils.
Slowly he hovered up to first floor, growing nearer, nearer, seeing clearer, clearer….
“Thanks for being my new lockdown partner, Mike”, the words fell from the open window like a hailstorm of harrow.
And then he saw… the man from next door.
A stake to the heart.
Nevermore, nevermore.