No Conveyancer Visit

The narrator was gone, no longer responding to Bucket or Harvey as they went through the five stages of grief. First, they tried to find a way out – there must have been some way to escape. Once they realised there would be no escape, denial turned to anger. How could the narrator do something so awful to her own creations?

Then they begged. Harvey and Bucket begged for hours on end, pleading for the narrator to come back. She ignored them, no matter how much it hurt. The truth was that she knew this had all been her fault. She’d done this to them, and now she would punish them for it. Maybe she really was evil.

From there, they both fell into a silent depression, knowing that they would never share another adventure. Oh, how Bucket had wanted to see what property conveyancing was all about. With all the creative power, they could have gone on an adventure anywhere they wanted. They could have gotten matching tattoos in Brisbane, auto repairs in Adelaide and bought flowers from an online store. Now they wouldn’t get to experience any of that.

Finally, Bucket and Harvey began to accept that this pain was only temporary. Soon enough they would be obliterated, and regrets that they hadn’t gone to a conveyancing firm close to Highett would fade away.

Sure, maybe they could have bought a house together and lived as the greatest roommates of all time, but it wasn’t to be. They would have no conveyancer complete the legal paperwork for them. And that was okay – at least they would be together in the end. The narrator had given them that mercy at least.

Because the thing was that Harvey and Bucket had only ever existed in these stories. Their friendship was the only real connection either of them had ever experienced. Given that, it was fitting that they would face the end together.

“Are you ready, my friend?” asked Bucket.

Harvey lifted Bucket by the handle, walking toward the street. “I am. Let’s find somewhere to watch the sunset.”