They decided that this was the last time they would gather. No more drinking games at 4am. No more kitten tag. No more epic battles with the unseen forces of nature and science. No more robots waking them up late at night to use the toilet. No more secret breakfasts at The Invisible Brontosaurus.
They talked through plans to sell The Great Dance in the Sky Forever Cakes to a merchant they met at the farmer's market. It felt like the right thing to do.
There were some hugs and some tears. They drank a tea-like substance and then divvied the money they had made after they sold the unicorn ranch. They all agreed that they desperately missed the unicorns and the muffins they would make for them on Sunday mornings.
After several moments of silence, they began leaving, one by one, until only one was left. He shut off the light and went to bed.
Lying there in the dark, he mouthed the words "goodbye" to no one in particular. Outside, the crickets huddled around a tiny fire, trying to keep warm. One of them had purchased mini marshmallows for smores.
posted: February 28 @ 5:43am