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.

Unbeknownst to the travellers the well-dressed albatross was following them from above and at a distance.

They left by cab. Gim, too bloated from lemonade immersion to fit, was strapped to the roof.

Slim took Gim literally and immersed Gim in a pitcher of lemonade. Then Slim got another that Slim didn’t share.

And at sunset, having abandoned hope of ever arriving at the place of cool drinks, there Slim and Gim were.

And Pim and the well-dressed albatross too felt the sun on them like shards of murderous heat.

The sun had become the only thing in the world. Slim and Gim were losing hope of reaching the place of cool drinks.

Space is fickle in the desert. Slim and Gim crawled for what seemed like ever, yet felt no closer to a cool drink.

The tornado subsided, leaving Slim and Gim uninjured in open desert. Slim spied seated figures on the horizon.

Pim on the other hand moved fluidly through the floodwater, encountering an old acquaintance.

Pim wanted to continue looking for Gim and Slim, but found the well dressed albatross difficult to take leave of.