He woke up in darkness, pure and absolute darkness. His lips were dry, he could feel the cracks, filled with dried blood. He lifted his head. Closed his eyes, opened them again. His shoulders burned, his arms probably were made of stone: no, he could move them. He lifted his hands to his face, felt his features: he was intact. But he was cold. And naked. He could feel the dryness of the place, he was. His back leaned on…
Two days after, John Joe woke up from a basic nightmare. He stared at the window, looked at the moving shadows of the old trees. Rain poured down, at least since yesterday. He tried to hear Dunwic, but couldn’t. The man was silent as a church mouse. And rich like a rich man. John Joe went to the kitchen to make some coffee. While the machine blubbered and steamed the room, he went to the bathroom, put his head in…
Someone knocked at the door. John Joe must had been dozing, because he thought, it was thunder in the sky, but in the end, the long shadow of Mr. Dunwic stood in the door frame. His extremities looked weird, but the marvelous glass work which was set in the main door created that impression. „Mr Dunwic. Come in.“ Dunwic lowered his hat – he wore a hat! -, bowed slightly and smiled pleasantly. „I hope, I don’t disturb your peace.“…
John Joe was a little man – but not in real life. In reality, he was almost 6 foot 5 inches tall, but in the other world, I mean, the other universe, come on … the other reality, he was small. Little. Tiny. The said reality was the financial one. Which meant, his bank account almost didn’t exist. It was empty as a church mouses future. And John Joe hoped for one. A future. Not a church mouse. He had…