Chapter 1:

Tuesday Part 1

Jolly Good, My Dear Jimothy-Kun

Why it a jolly morning, is today. My marble balcony gives view of wonderous sunny skies. Rare in Britain to see such cheery weather. Rare indeed. I'm not the only one to think so either. A flock of birds come soaring past, taking advantage of today's beauty, for a nice stroll through the white-flowered blues above.Bookmark here

I sit my elbow down at the top of my balustrade. Flowered like the skies above, scented in an egg-coloured aroma. My palm rests comfortably by my chin, sinking into my hand as though it were a chair.Bookmark here

A glorious, young morning indeed. Tuesday to be precise; 31st August to be even more. Bookmark here

What I would like to know, however, is how it can be so sunny in August. It was forecast for clouds today and—whilst not exactly cloud-free weather—is not in the slightest bit chilly. A truly peculiar day. Perhaps yet another topic to bring up with Jimothy. Actually, speaking of Jimothy I better get ready for our rendezvous. Bookmark here

I walk out from my balcony and through the pattern-laced, glass door into my living room. Bookmark here

Inside lies a chocolate, leather couch facing a rather slim, yet large TV, propped up above a marble fireplace and sandwiched between two pitch-black bookshelves filled to the brim with all sorts of things to read. And whilst I love reading the stories on my bookshelves, they cannot be without the sound of a flickering flame, as I take a sip from my cup of tea and adjust my oval glasses sitting over my bright, blue eyes.Bookmark here

Indeed, the fireplace is an ingenious invention. Simply marvellous. I truly—and quite literally—tip my top hat to whoever came up with such innovation. I could not imagine the days I went without it, in my cramped apartment, back in the days of my youth. Bookmark here

Setting aside my love for warmth; fumbling past my couch, I bring myself to the door and walk through my house's corridor, being stopped, at a dead end, by the front door. I jumble my way to my leather boots, placed next to a welcoming mat and a tall plant pot, with a fern sticking out.Bookmark here

Upon dragging my feet into my shoes, I take my key chain, dangling around my raven-coloured suit's floury button, and unlock the front door.Bookmark here

Bloom. Rays of light radiant. Yang. They cast themselves through the door and pass me, casting a solid shadow stretching all the way down my house's halls. Yin. Stepping out, the envies of the world are the first I spot. Tall grass and weeds litter the outside of my front lawn. Then, to my left and right: purple bells of hanging bulbs loom in curves. Crimson berries, poisonous as they are, are thrown about in flaky bushes and ever-round trees.Bookmark here

I walk past the mozzarella-coated pillar, hooking my key chain back around the button of my suit, and venture down the gravelly path to the road's pavement.Bookmark here

I don't have a car. I don't know how to drive, nor do I wish to learn how to. However, that aside, my neighbors are people who drive. Their cars are worn by their home's garages, warm and cold in colour. Reds, oranges, yellows, greens. Under the sun of the rainbow, all the colours you would need.Bookmark here

I live in a two-story abode. It is as modern as it is old. It is reflective of the past architecture from centuries of hard work. Its first floor is a grand telling of the modern age, all while the second floor tells a much older tale. The ground floor of marbled whites; the second floor of brown oak—walls planked in age from its mirroring past. All one part of the avenue I live in.Bookmark here

But despite my stay in a rather populated area, I am not profoundly known by those within it. Instead, I choose to sit by the fire and entertain myself in its warmth with a cup of tea in one hand and a biscuit in the other. I once more tip my top hat to the person responsible for that of the fireplace. It really is a wonderful craft. Calm and tranquil. Like a spell being cast, it sends me to a soothing slumber in my couch's motherly grasp.Bookmark here

Yes, I am not much of an outgoer. Due to this I am not very well known in my area. The only person I do know is that of Jimothy, who lives just down the block from mine.Bookmark here

Me and him finally have time off from our work, and thus we decided to spend it in rendezvous, for each day of the week we have off.Bookmark here

I make my way down the road, passing some more vibrant cars, eventually stopping to make like a chicken and cross over to the other side.Bookmark here

Carrying on, I bring myself around a corner and pass a streetlamp crookedly towering over the road. Soon after, I duck under some peaking branches of a berry bush and slow down at a junction in the road, looking left and right before crossing. Bookmark here

Upon noticing yet another corner in the road, I too spot a house of titanium white. It shines under the sun and its golden light. An oxymoron. Cold coat of snow: warm hug of fire. A ratio between two sides. I see its striped planks of pale steps rising to a roofless veranda, both surrounded by railings, brightly painted in wood. Bookmark here

In the headless veranda finds a plastic table, set with chairs, the same coat of white as everything else. The walls in their Jenga-like tile of logs. The roof balanced like a mostly open book placed face-first. The windows blind, with ledges decorated in pots of mud-covered daisies. And the door: embossed in floral patterns, rooting from its base, and topped with a thin window, laced in stone-grey, gridded stripes.Bookmark here

I close in on the house and hop, on my tiptoes, up the stairs, as the keys clatter about on the chain around my suit's button. I grip the brim of my hat, as it bounces up and down, in rodeo, after each step.Bookmark here

Bending my left knee, as I raise my right, I spring up a few steps and latch onto the railings with my dominant hand; clasping a tight hold on my hat with my left. Swapping sides, I repeat the action and make my way up to the sky-filled, veranda's floor, continuing my sneaky prance all the way up to the door.Bookmark here

Straightening my suit and adjusting the zebra-striped bowtie, itching at my neck, I shake myself like a dog and knock thrice before putting my eye to the window on the door.Bookmark here

I hear light flops of sandals slapping at solid floor. The sound becomes louder as it reaches the door and begins to ask, in a young, clear voice:Bookmark here

- Who is it?Bookmark here

I see through the translucent glass, an enlarged eye staring down mine. Green. The shade of a splendid jade. A precious gemstone.Bookmark here

- Me. I answer.Bookmark here

- Me? Not heard of that name before. Come on in Morris, before the tea goes cold.Bookmark here

With the sound of locks turning, and a chain being slid, the door opens with my good friend standing in front of me.Bookmark here

A silver, sleeveless garment finds itself snuggly wrapped around them. Its inside a light gold and the outside stitched with more gold, mixed in grey, x's and polka dots scattered all over.Bookmark here

- Jimothy! Nice seeing you, my good friend.Bookmark here

- Likewise, Jimothy says with one of their white gloves holding onto their hip, like the handle on a teapot: its spout pointing me inside. I've got everything ready for you, its just in the living room. They tell me, before jumping ahead in lead, directing me out of the narrow entrance we find ourselves in.Bookmark here

I look past Jimothy, turning to my left, as I notice a pale-skin closet—the same paint as the walls—with a silver doorknob and a big, metal lock hanging around it. And, unlike anything else, a big, red sign with bold, white text hanging from a steel coat-hanger. Bookmark here

KEEP OUT! It says, in a decayed font. Likely been there for a long time I would imagine. The lock on the doorknob does not even appear to serve its purpose. Its hook is big enough to slide right off.Bookmark here

- Why Jimothy, I don't quite recall seeing this sign here last time I came round, is it new? I ask. Actually, what is the point of having such a useless lock around the door? It is not as if anyone could not just unhook it from the doorknob, why have it there in the first place?Bookmark here

- A red herring. I have enough in there to satisfy a burglar's curiosity and avert them from the real stash.Bookmark here

- So what is in there? I ask, itching my round nose.Bookmark here

- Just a wallet with a bunch of money and a forged deed to an imaginary house in Antarctica. Bookmark here

- Why Antarctica?Bookmark here

- Little way to prove it's fake when it leads somewhere with little information to go off from.Bookmark here

- That is true, I would suppose. I say, tilting my head down in thought.Bookmark here

- Now, how about that tea then?Bookmark here

- Right! I've been holding onto my morning cup for this, I sure do hope it does not disappoint.Bookmark here

- I'm sure it'll be to your liking, my good chum. Jimothy says, walking backwards as I follow him through a dainty, little hall.Bookmark here

- When was the last time the two of us did something like this, I wonder? I question aloud.Bookmark here

- I think it's been a good year or so—give or take.Bookmark here

- A rare occasion! I jestingly cheer, as we turn left, Jimothy opening the door to the living room for me to enter.Bookmark here

A proper sleek and slim living room beholds itself to me. Couches, sticking to theme, of pure white, with their comfty looking leather and the floral-pattern, silver cushions sitting neatly on top. A TV, like my own, sits opposite to the couch, in front of a glass coffee table with a couple cookbooks plated on top of each other and a grey remote, placed just to their left.Bookmark here

In the furthest-most corner, on our left, lies two beanbags, bright like the rest of the interior, and a bookshelf, of the same shade as the beanbags, filled similarly to the bookshelves I have at home. However, it was the the corner opposite that interested me the most. A round, glass table stood on one egg-shell leg, with two, cubic chairs of glass tucked in, outlined in white frames of wood and some flowery cushions for added comfort.Bookmark here

On the table I see two cups of tea placed on small plates of China, one in front of each chair, and a glass vase with a single, red tulip living inside. And too I smell, a sweet smell, powdered in sugar and iced in laces. Next to the vase was a stack of dessert trays. Shortbread, cupcake, cinnamon roll, Oreo, brownie, tea cake, vanilla slice—Bookmark here

- Cheerio! I hurry towards the stack of confectionary in a leap of joy, dancing towards the treats in display.Bookmark here

My seat swirls as I hurl myself around it. Twirling around a fork I just picked up from the table, I reach for a stab at one of the cakes at the height of the tri-stack of trays. Unfortunately, I am caught up by Jimothy, who had rushed up to stop my fork just before it pierced the vanilla slice's flesh.Bookmark here

- Could you at least wait till we both sit down? And I thought I was the one with ill manners. Jimothy remarks.Bookmark here

- Well, how could I but wait? I ask. With such a flavoursome scent luring me in. I add.Bookmark here

Jimothy lets go of the fork and sits down at the chair opposite me. He moves the glass vase out of the way, realising he can barely see me with it in front.Bookmark here

- Morris, please, we may be good friends but manners and etiquette still apply. Jimothy tells me.Bookmark here

- And is it not that we are good friends that we can move past common etiquette and speak from straight the heart? I ask, reaching again for the vanilla slice.Bookmark here

- You're older than me, aren't you? They interject, stealing the vanilla slice from me with their fork. How can you be so immature when someone 5 years younger sits in front of you?Bookmark here

- Perhaps it is for the eldest to set the example that formality is not always needed. I say as I Iean back on my chair and take a sip from my cup of tea.Bookmark here

- Lord and gravy, do you have to argue so blindly?Bookmark here

- I shall argue until the cows come home, I say, clanking my cuppa back on its tiny plate. Yet, even then I may continue until the sun shall set.Bookmark here

- That implies the cows arrive before the sun sets.Bookmark here

- That implies that it only takes one day to stop arguing.Bookmark here

- That's all?Bookmark here

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broken by laughter. We both burst into a hearty cheer, before giving each other a strong handshake over the table.Bookmark here

- My, oh my how long's it been my old friend?Bookmark here

- Been too long Morris, been way too long.Bookmark here

- Full of holly today, aren't we?Bookmark here

- Why yes Morris, I say the same to you.Bookmark here

- Jolly good, my dear Jimothy. I cackle, with my top hat nearly falling off.Bookmark here

- Yesterday ended a right cracking show, didn't it Morris?Bookmark here

- Why yes, rather splendid it was. I say. Shame that we shall be without it, would you not say?Bookmark here

- Indeed, Jimothy agrees, tipping fowards, elbows on the table. On the bright side: season two is next year.Bookmark here

- Absolutely, I shall look forward to it.Bookmark here

- And I'll look upwards to it.Bookmark here

- My, my what if it sneaks up on us from behind?Bookmark here

- Then we hide beforehand and ambush it with our strength in numbers.Bookmark here

- But there is only two of us.Bookmark here

- Well, there may only be two of us but with our solid-as-stone friendship we've got enough teamwork to be considered an army!Bookmark here

- Finely so! With the power of friendship, we can never be stopped.Bookmark here

- All for eternity!Bookmark here

- To our eternity!Bookmark here

- To your eternity!Bookmark here

- That is quite it alright!Bookmark here

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