Vigour of the Valkyrie

I found myself today at odds with a world that seemed to whirl on a pre-ordained track of events I was not privy to. I wanted to go see minxie, for if this was a moment she was falling apart then this was the moment for me to take advantage of her. I even weakened to the point where I considered drying her tears and leaving torment at the door but before I could act upon my noblesse oblige the world had taken another turn and those around us were filling her void.

The Sedero harridan had swooped down upon her, making all choices, blocking all communications and leaving her delectable daughter to stand between my minx and the world. I know this from sources and of course a few phone calls that were intercepted by the Valkyrie herself. Under the protection of her bodyguard housekeeper the Sedero women and various other well wishers there really was no void left for me to fill much to my displeasure. The mountain with obviously the same instinct as I had arrived only to be sent packing instantly, of all the things easily forgiven, your boyfriend’s past homosexual adventures appeared not to be one of them, at least in minxie’s world.

I knew that once the dust had settled minxie would be alone and vulnerable to my suggestions so I decided to leave it a day and then establish myself more firmly in her life. I imagined her ethereal in grief, pale and trembling, adrift in the world and it quelled the black rage in my heart. Thoughts of demolishing her faded into mist and for a brief moment I had strange chivalrous dreams of rescuing her from her grief. As I could not allow such a state to exist not even in my mind I phoned the songbird for some leather therapy. There is nothing like the sound of muffled screams to reaffirm the harsh realities of life and minxie dear life might thwart me today but tomorrow I shall lay the foundations of your brave new world.

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