goodbye 26

by bofa xesjum

goodbye why goodbye? don’t like you but you used to maybe, but not any more surely you must have some reason oh, i think you know the reason what are you two jabbering about in there? nothing, dear servant, you can go back to sleep 23-h doesn’t like me anymore, and is threatening to leave. oh, really? and just where exactly is 23-h going to go? i am afraid we did not get that far into the conversation the sun shone bright on the highway as 23-h began the long journey. 34-d felt a curious sadness as the grandfather clock ticked away in the gloom. what are you doing in there, 34-d? the servant called imperiously from the main office. i am feeling somewhat melancholy as i no longer have 23-h to kick around any more. 34-d took a slender volume of verse from the mahogany bookcase in the corner of the room. what sorry rubbish, 34-d thought, turning the almost transparent pages of the book, which contained considerable white space. meanwhile, 23-h had fallen in with a troop of bandits on the highway, who were heading to the capital. the bandits were impressed with 2-3-h’s style and grace and decided to replace their aging leader with the sprightly newcomer. 49-g, the leader, was left behind with a crust of bread and a bottle of water, and wandered into the desert. after many hours, 49-g came upon a white house with red shutters , beside a pool of blue water, under a green tree. the black door of the house had a shiny brass knocker in the form of a gargoyle with a rose in its teeth. 49-g knocked on the door, and was admitted to the house by the servant, who led the way through endless corridors to the library. 34-d had despaired of the slender volume of verse, and was looking wearily out the bow window at the great storm advancing implacably across the desert. after dinner, 23-h returned with the troop of bandits, divers bottles of wine were brought up from the cellar, tales were told, and songs were sung.