It’s been a good few weeks since Mr. Gloom miraculously saved me from a drunkard wandering in the basement.
Initially, I feared his noble deed might have very unpleasant side effects. Nonetheless, time passes, and nothing in the basement has changed. Suchy has vanished without a trace. And there were no side effects. Wonderful. I don’t know how is that even possible?
I was also a bit worried about legal complications—after all, the drunkard vanished right before my eyes under conditions difficult to explain. The police even showed up in the housing estate once; they poked around a bit, asked some questions. They looked into the basement. I told them Suchy is in jail for weed so often that no one even noticed he was gone. Besides—who would mourn a drunkard who pisses in his neighbors’ basements?
The officers, satisfied with the lack of leads, left, likely sharing the same sentiment as everyone in the neighborhood. One less.
I think the parents took it same way too. After all, his father goes to church regularly.
I decided to visit the raven’s carcass. No matter what, this time I will take it home.
We were never meant to be the same, 100×120 cm, Oil on canvas, sketch, III 2026. Case study based on Monopoly game pieces.
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