Pim and Bim had vacated Joachín’s shop even before Slim had slipped away, their departure unnoticed in the shadow of larger dramas. Before long they found themselves in a place familiar to us all.
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
After expelling Gim on the grounds of direspect, Mr. Love experienced a familiar emptiness, but nonetheless continued his search for Ukifune, whose predilection for success Mr. Love intended to harness and direct towards his own dubious ends.
Not realizing that Ukifune had left for good, Gwyneth and the WDA discussed with fervour the best course of action. Meanwhile Slim appropriated the envelope of money Ukifune had left, affixed it firmly to Slimself, and slid quietly under the door and away.
Not one to take being mocked lightly, Mr. Love, by powers at his command, blasted Gim through the Earth’s atmosphere and into the cosmos, wherein Gim had recently found something like serenity.
Some indefinite time later—time being impossible to measure in this forsaken place—Mr. Love happened along.
The road Ukifune was following ended as though it had evaporated into the landscape, and she found herself walking directionless over desiccated earth. There she came upon Gim, dangling from a twig on a sole and brittle tree.
After his companions had left by means of their various modes of transport, Joachín remained where he was. Not drinking. Just staring into the vaccuum of the moon as he idly fiddled with his spool of black thread.
Leaving her earnings for the week behind so that her guardians could buy provisions, Ukifune left the city and continued into whatever future might be.
Gwyneth, Pim, Bim, Slim, the WDA and Clive returned, happy to see that Ukifune was home safely, and impressed at how much money Ukifune had earned in a single night.
When Ukifune got back mid-morning the next day the place was empty, her co-habitants having gone out for a tasty brunch of huevos rancheros. So it was Ukifune who answered the door when two ubiquitous men in suits and with briefcases arrived.
