In the Pim s garden

   In the backyard of a cozy cafe, the dim light of the street lamps didn’t light the garden as well as it probably needed, but still well. During the day, there had been lots of people. They had decorated the cafe and its garden with lanterns, pumpkins and all sorts of whatnot. Tomorrow will be a big day, but today was too early to do something special. There was however just enough time to enjoy a sleep, just as the cafe’s owners, its stuff and other people all over the world were successfully doing.


   It was not clear exactly from where the fog had appeared, but soon it has thickened and it was slowly rolling in over the wet grass. Through the dense fog, a tall man with a long, black cane had became visible. He was impeccably dressed, which gave a strong feeling that he always attached a great importance to what he wore. Barely visible, but still with recognizable sweat on his face, explained that the place from where he came was intensively hot. He made some confident, yet prudent steps forward.


   The weather here was frosty, so when he started to talk he could see his breath. His first words he pronounced easily, but then when he realized that nothing happened, so he embarked on a grisly rampage: “Bilbroo!” This time, as fast as lightning, a small chubby Bilbroo carrying a small wooden box under his arm came into his sight. The next moment, a strange noise was heard and a cold wind from nowhere blew in his face. Bilbroo shuddered at the sight of the garden where he was. “Oh, we are here,” he whispered with an air of disappointment. A tall man picked up on his words: “We definitely are.” He went off a bit with a vacant stare and continued as if he had been talking to someone else. Someone invisible. “It was better in the good old days when everything was much, much easier.” He rolled his eyes, gave a snort full of contempt, pulled back the lapels of his suit jacket and took a deep breath of the chilly, night air. “Go and find Ciitch. “I have something I want to say to her,” he ordered firmly. “Yes, master,” Bilbroo answered without any surprise. When Bilbroo left him, he turned with a contented facial expression that gradually became more relaxed and even more natural. “Hello, Pim!” he greeted. His voice had now softened. “How is it going?” he asked nicely. 


   Pim, the dark grey cat, was sitting in an informed manner on a fence which had been painted just yesterday, watching the events that had taken place in her garden not for the first time. He was looking in her intense green eyes and could easily see every sunrise, sunset and everyone who she had met on her way before. She allowed him to do this. The realization that he could see all this, something that no one else in this world be able to even contemplate, had captured his imagination and enthralled the eye. The silence of this conversation impressed and captivated his imagination. He was always interested in it and it had always been like that. She enjoyed being in this form and she fully realized that she would surely accompany him, if he invited her, but they both knew that there was no need.    
   

   Less than 160 miles north, a black matte car had stopped at the corner. Sometimes cars went down this road, but rarely, especially at this time of night. “That last shot of tequila was unnecessary,” Sam thought, while looking absently at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Rearing his head, he wondered how clear the sky was above him. The stars were twinkling brightly when a tiny dot appeared from somewhere in the dark blue sky. He blinked nervously several times before furrowing his brows in surprise because it had seemed to him that the dot had started to rise, and parts of the broomstick and something else became visible. He didn’t understand what was going on around him, but he suddenly saw a tall woman appear right in front of the car. After a moment, she snapped her fingers, happily giggling. The wind blew her long hair, but from where she stood, there was no light and he couldn’t see her face. She snapped her fingers once again, and red sparks fell down on the asphalt. He was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe freely. It seemed that an invisible hand had started to throttle him slowly. Gasping for air, he saw how she was smiling. Out of nowhere, appeared a small chubby man. He furiously knocked twice on the wooden box, and in that one moment, both he and the woman disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, somewhere in the backyard in the middle of Pim’s garden, the tall man became invisible by just vanishing into thin air…   


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