He Be Gone Now

This is a heartwarming little piece written by a fellow blogger. Hope you enjoy.

Me And The Sidster

Sid came with me when I moved north, both of us leaving behind nothing of particular value, though it was clear that I had far more baggage than he. I was the one driving the rental, packed to the gills with whatever little I had left in the world, whatever little I’d decided was worth keeping and moving, leaving almost everything else behind, ready and eager to start a new life without me.

Sid came with me and he didn’t bring anything at all with him. Sid counted on me to bring his tiny tins of freeze-dried bloodworms and wingless fruit flies, and he knew that I already knew he liked to fast for a couple of days before and after feasting, so I wasn’t worried about him making the trip on an empty stomach. I made sure his little glass puddle was securely strapped into the passenger seat and unlikely to splash out too much during the voyage, but I also knew he could easily survive even if most of it vanished, leaving him nothing more than just a few tablespoons, just enough to keep him moist, because if his gills became useless he still had his labyrinths and he’d survive until he was back in the flow or until he totally dehydrated, but we both knew I’d never let that happen.

Sid came with me and we lived happily ever after until one day I discovered that one of us didn’t anymore.

Scrambled, Not Fried

Me And The Sidster

Sid came with me when I moved north, both of us leaving behind nothing of particular value, though it was clear that I had far more baggage than he. I was the one driving the rental, packed to the gills with whatever little I had left in the world, whatever little I’d decided was worth keeping and moving, leaving almost everything else behind, ready and eager to start a new life without me.

Sid came with me and he didn’t bring anything at all with him. Sid counted on me to bring his tiny tins of freeze-dried bloodworms and wingless fruit flies, and he knew that I already knew he liked to fast for a couple of days before and after feasting, so I wasn’t worried about him making the trip on an empty stomach. I made sure his little glass puddle was securely strapped into…

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