This... It all just feels so empty now.
The Good Lady wafted her hand at seemingly nothing from where she lay on the couch in the darkened living room. Both of us were flumped in despair on various surfaces. The blinds were closed and a dank weight of sad emptiness lay thickly upon the air.
Her voice was heavy with sadness and I could offer little comfort as I was feeling much the same way.
I wondered if I should prod at her with my penis. It wasn't perfect but sometimes it worked.
I know. I know. A wise person once told me, that this too shall pass. And she was right.
My tone was leaden as I too struggled to enunciate my sense of loss. We had not expected it and it had struck us like Thor's hammer.
I rubbed a hand at my forehead like a nobbly old caterpillar traipsing over a leaf.
I didn't expect the end to come so quickly.
The Good Lady uttered mournfully.
Yes, me neither.
We sat for a while in companionable silence interspersed with the occasional melodramatic sigh.
Loss is a funny thing. You can never prepare enough. Never tell how it is going to affect you. Each time in life when you experience it, it hits you in both the same way as the last and yet completely differently.
Well, whether we expected it or not, Vikings is finished. I suppose we can always search for something new to watch?
I perked up slightly at the thought of there being a way forward. After all, you couldn't mourn forever, could you?
Something new?? I loved Vikings. I thought it would go on and on and on.
The Good Lady made a noise that could have been a burp or the sound of something insecty being swallowed.
Maybe it was a sob?
I know. I thought it would go on forever too. It seemed like it would never end. I knew when Ivar the Boneless died that we were near the end but I still couldn't believe it when it finally happened.
Better Call Saul?
I ventured.
Has it got Vikings in it?
The Good Lady murmured dolefully.
No. It hasn't.
The silence built up again.
Stranger Things?
I tried to sound upbeat.
Stranger Things? Has it got Vikings in it?
No.
Hmmph.
I flicked my phone up and scoofed around with my finger.
Hey! Hey! What about this?
I joogled my phone excitedly in her direction.
Has it got Vikings in it?
The Good Lady whined without looking.
I stood and walked over, plopping my phone on her heaving mournful bosoms and clicking play on the trailer that was on the screen. In no time at all there were screams and howls emanating from the phone as on it, a man was running about with an axe chopping fuck out of everyone in his path.
Oh yes my darling. Let the mourning end. Vikings Valhalla, here we come!
And once more, all was well with the world.
