Friday Flash: Interstellar Feller: In Which There Is A Reuinion Of Sorts

Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...

A day's trek now completed, here they come
Yectara and her party end their quest.
A silent city welcomes them, all mum,
As though all its inhabitants did rest.
Uneasily they enter, walk the streets,
In search of Pepi. At last, in the park
At city's center a strange scene now greets
Them all. Here Pepi's captors, all gone dark
In eye and body, rigid, stand quite still,
Their stocky forms an obstacle between
Yectara and her love; 'tis with a will
She forces past them, then gives forth a keen:
Right at their center stands her darling man,
Slack-jawed and senseless, vacant-eyed and wan.