Invitation.
For a
thousand of years no one ever bother Aigo, maybe even more than that. Math was
always Aigo’s weakness. Of course he can count … to 10. And what is the purpose
of more, just a repetition. He knows how to add; he never learned how to
subtract. And his mama used to say “ Son, don’t worry, as long as you know how
to add, your world will rotate in right direction”. Aigo didn’t know which the
right direction for the word to rotate was. Every morning, since that
conversation, he would go outside and check the Oak tree, where his friend
Tallo lives, and if the tree was on his left side, the world was rotating into
the right direction. Consequently, Aigo’s life was all right.
For ‘thousand
of years’ no one ever bother Aigo. He did have friends and neighbors, but in
his world no one ever visited anybody’s house, or apartment, or hole, or any
other pace of residency. It was considered inappropriate. And it made sense.
For a moment Aigo imagined himself counting every single thing in his house
after each visit. It would be nightmare. Yeah, he inherited and accumulated a
lot of stuff. As a matter of fact, there was so much ‘stuff’ that he did not
remember when was the last time he could place his feet on the floor. Always
something was on his way. In Goblin’s world nothing goes into the garbage,
everything is saved and treasured.
Very often
Aigo would think that it is time for him to move out of this crummy place
somewhere, where is warm and sunny and start his life from the beginning. But
the idea of moving out for Aigo, like for any other Goblin, was painful even to
think about, since the time when they were expelled from the human world.( Many years ago goblins were expelled from
the human domain and prohibited to return, unless invited. But it was so long,
humans all forget about the Goblins existence. )
Aigo believes,
when he will retire, he’ll move to the meadow, closer to the sunlight and maybe
write his memoir to shed some light into his ancient soul that is hidden in a
secret place.
At this time
his life was placid, comfortable and no one ever disturbed him. His mama used
to say “Aigo, one day, something will hit you, if not lightning than meteor or
rotten tree. We stay for too long in one spot, always be ready for that moment,
son”. Aigo believed his mother, but thousand years is a thousand years, he
started to doubt her wisdom.
While he was
pounding these philosophical concepts, someone
knocked on his door, first time lightly, second time louder. If one would
think that Aigo was shocked, it would be huge underestimate. He felt as if he
was stroked by lightening and stung by a family of angry bees. He knew it was
not a hallucination.
He slowly
opened the door: all the locks, combinations and chains. First thing he checked
if the Oak tree was to his left. It was!
The mailman was standing by his door; he held a letter in his hands.
“Aigo
MigGoblin?” mailman asked.
Mig was his
Aigo’s middle name. Yes, he was shorter than any Goblin alive. Aigo didn’t like
his middle name, but it was not a good time to debate. Remember, the door was open. Anyone can sneak
behind his back. Trust isn’t a word in the Goblin’s dictionary.
“Yes, this is
me.”
“Your
signature, please.”
Aigo
scribbled his name on the bottom of the long list and took the letter from the
mailman’s hands.
“It was quite
a trip to locate you.” Concluded mailman and walked away.
Aigo latched
all the locks on the door, sat in his favorite chair by the fireplace, scratched
his head behind his ears “ Wow” he thought “so many years nothing and suddenly
one day you get a knock on the door and a letter.”
Aigo sniffed
the letter, chewed on the corner and concluded that a human wrote it. Carefully
he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. The letter was short.
It read. ‘Hey,
MigGoblin, my friend Nick and I invite you to move with us. We have a little
room for you and we can have another roommate, we can use extra money. Since
the room is really little we need a little person and we thought that it would
be nice to have a Goblin roommate. And
we hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Nick and Mike.
Nick was
watching TV. Mike was pulling two beers from the refrigerator, when the
doorbell rang loud and nonstop.
“Mike, open
the door! Oh, I have such a headache! Mike, open the door!” yelled Nick from
the other room.
Mike run to
the door, still holding the beers in his right hand. The doorbell rand
insanely. He opened the door… both bottles slipped out of his hand and fell on the
floor with loud thud. His eyes bulged out of his skull, his lover jaw dropped
to his chest, his breath ceased somewhere at the bottom of his lungs and he
began to feel faint.
Aigo was smiling;
he liked his new lifelong friend Mike.
c:NKO 2012
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