Inne Bajki

He stood on the unfamiliar bridge in the unfamiliar city. The bridge stretched over the railway tracks that divided the city in half, like a river. He had his gloved hands on the stone railings of the bridge; it was cold, and old, and remembered the times when this city was part of another country and dreamt its dreams of independence. He liked that part of Europe for its dreams, fulfilled and unfulfilled. He felt it matched his own.  She came across the street to stand beside him, put her hands on the railings. He turned his head to look at her at the same moment as she did. For a while they just looked at each other.  'You came' she said. 'Don’t flatter yourself for that' he retorted. And smiled. So did she.  'How do you like my city?' she asked.  'Haven’t seen much yet.' And it was the truth; he disembarked from the West-East train and headed towards the bridge she said she would meet him on. 'But it looks…' He weighted the words, as

'My cat is gone' she said. 'I can be your cat',  he said. She snorted. 'Yeah, right. Will you curl up on my chest at night, when I have woken up from a nightmare and am so terrified that I light all the lights up? Will you purr me to sleep? Will you be my only defense against the darkness that gathers in my soul, ready to devour me? Will you guard me against it, day and night? 'Try me' he said. 'I may even pee in your shoes when you leave me alone for too long'.