Cal’s Dream (2)

“Denis Calint” The madam garbled at Cal “look what the cat dragged in! What can i get you?”

Cal waltzed to the counter and growled. “I’m here for the job but the price isn’t right. Can i replace the 500 pieces with a 2.5 kg box of onion rings?” 

The madam paused the conversation and poured Cal a shot of whiskey contemplating the offer. After some thought she shot back a Cal her offer. “Get it done before the onion rings are cooked and ill throw in the rest of this bottle of whiskey” 

“I’ll drink to that then.” Cal downed the shot while the madam started barking orders to the kitchen. Then The Madam gave Cal the low down on what the job was.

Cal had to move a really big external closet where the couch was beside the back door and the couch where the closet was and finally a really old and out of order music box from one wall to the other. simple enough. Could he do it in 30 minutes? By his guess close but feasible. cal was thirsty for that whiskey after all. Lets see what’s happening within his head, shall we?   

” …Madam Krinelie is as lovely as ever… I… euurgh… yup I can do this… lets move the chair into the middle first.. oof.. got it… lovely furniture too… huh… theres rubbish back here… oh… theres a broom… I’ll have to sweep… okay…. lots of cigarettes… okay swept… time for… the… closet… eurghhh… man that’s an annoying sound…. screeching… okay half way… time to… dust… almost… alright if i can move this next to the door then the couch… “

Cal continued his work for the next 20 or so minutes finishing at 28.34 minutes total. Right when he was shacking the dust off his hands the madam came in and said “lookin’ good Cal.” Cals smile was all he needed to continue. “looks like i owe you that bottle.” 

“I guess that’s the way the whisky grows, pleasure doing business with you madam.” Cal sat down in the chair he had just moved and the madam sat next to him lighting a cigarette. Cal instinctively checked his pocket for one too and did the same. “Whats the occasion of the furniture move?” 

The Madam thought between puffs and the quoted an acrisdolyte saying as she often times did “A new house, is a moved house. Its all the fun I get these days what with the rates being so high.” she complained. A sort of eerie spirit came over Cal as he sat there listening then out of the blue he felt numb. He looked down at the tills road emblem as he fished it out of his pocket. It started glowing then became all encompassing. Visions blurred into his mind and he could hear a cats meow and a lambs baa. As he was transported out of that room he couldn’t help but feel a tang of grief in his chest.

The lamb began speaking in his native tongue “We have come for you!” it echoed. “We are here.” “you will join us” The cat hissed back. “You will live with us.” 

“We will die and you will live, you will die and we will live!” They echoed together as though they had the same mind. 

Cal looked around and it appeared as though he was at the  top of a mountain in a snow storm.
he bellowed out loud at the two creatures. “Why me? Why now?”

“We are violent you are sane, you are violent we are sane!” They answered seemingly ignoring their question. They then began making noises. Crazy noises within the storm with little to no meaning at all and Cal drifted. He drifted between awake and asleep, Angry and calm, kind and menacing, relieved and agitated, happy and sad.