Borne aloft by the tornado, the bottle burst into perilous shards, freeing Gim in the process.
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.
Pim missed the tornado by stopping at a tiki bar for a fruit drink, where he was joined by a Well-Dressed Albatross.
Moments after the tornado things were still and silent and empty. No water, no fish, no bottle, no Gim, no Slim.
Slim found the oasis, unaware that Gim was bottled at its nadir, and equally unaware of the approaching weather.
Pim had left Slim to look for Gim. Then some weather showed up.
But it WAS an oasis. Gim rehydrated and swelled so that the bottle was on the verge of bursting.
Gim’s bottle rolled down a dune to what might be an oasis. Or just a mirage. Gim would find out.
Looking back, Pim noticed that three siblings had become two. The twine had frayed.
Meanwhile the buzzard went her own way, the landscape populated by a sole human pursuing the horizon.
The siblings headed homeward. Pim and Slim conveyed Gim by means of the empty bottle and two lengths of twine.