He’s gone. All that time. All those plans. Gone into the dust without so much as a word. I suppose his goodbye started five years ago when I asked and he hesitated. The unravelling began then, but it’s hard to see when the thread is being pulled so slowly.
He took the sword. Of course he knows I’ll come after him now. All gone, except for the dream. That remains.
Paddy Dobson
25th February 2021