Solo

“He’s at the door again, Honey.”

“I know. He’s been there all night. Making that high whining sound.”

“We have to do something. The phone has been ringing non-stop. I think his presence was the only thing preventing the neighbours to come over in person and complain about his presence. You can’t blame them. His rear must be in, I would say, Ostrich Ave, and his wings stretch from here to the primary school on the one side and the traffic circle in Dan Pienaar Dr on the other. What a mess!”

“I am sorry, Love. I never should have mentioned how lonely he looked there on the tarmac after we’ve landed. It was just that I wasn’t that aware of him during our flight. But seeing him from outside and all the people leaving him in such a rush after travelling together for that distance... They didn’t even look in his direction. It just felt right to say thank you.”

“Shhh... It’s not your fault. How were you to know that he was going to follow us home? We just have to stay calm and think clearly.”

“Who’s going to believe us? I don’t even want to think about all the damages. What are we going to do?”

“We can always skip the country.”

“Skip the country? How on earth do you suggest we do that?”

“Go and open the door, Honey.”

George