For JoachÍn was given to fears which would drive him out of the city and into tunnels of his own design.
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.
Assuring the WDA that he would be fitted for a suit in the morning Gwyneth set him up in the spare bedroom, then returned to the sitting room and wept.
The drove of sheep dispersed and Joachín moved on. At dawn he came to the blast zone where he freed Gim, still pinned beneath rubble.
Joachín continued out of the city, onto an open plain and into a drove of sheep who’s collective low utterances, to Slim’s ears, had united in mockery of Slim.
The more Gwyneth attempted meaningful conversation with the WDA, the more Joachín’s absence became a concern to her.
While Gwyneth was doing her best to entertain the WDA, Slim was tailing Joachín through the stylish crowds of Antara Fashion Hall.
Joachín’s wife Gwyneth, who had known the WDA for years, invited him into the drawing room and prepared a pot of Earl Grey tea.
Determined to follow Joachín down whatever paths he might take, Slim narrowly missed the arrival of a tattered, begrimed not-so-Well-Dressed-Albatross at Joachín’s shop.
Slim arrived swiftly, though not before Joaquín had made a hasty exit 15 minutes before the closing time posted on his website.
Remembering his great-aunt Tilly’s adage that “nothing good ever comes into the shop after 4:00 pm on a Friday” Joaquín was understandably evasive.
