The Good and the Evil

E.J.

 

There is the Good and the Evil living on my staircase.

They both have been there as long as I can only remember.

I even knew their parents.

Evil was always very cruel. I remember its mother sitting on

The staircase crying late at night.

Evil used to bit mother very badly.

She would howl like a dog.

Evil has an extraordinary face. It looks like made out of rubber.

Its eyes are uneven and deeply set. Its forehead is frown and it

Wears black clothes as a protection against other forces.

 

Good on the contrary.

Is small and round, kind of stocky.

Due to a heavy weight Good has problems with legs.

It has to wear childish orthopedic shoes.

It has a light hair and blue eyes hidden behind tick glasses.

It always walks very slowly and very carefully. Have two stop every tenth meter

To catch its breath. Looks like someone willing to help even an ant.

 

One day, early in the morning I opened my door and saw them together.

I was observing that phenomenon through a peephole.

There were standing there in Good's apartment talking about the weather.

I was shocked. I had to run to the kitchen to grab a glass to stick it into the door and listen carefully to

The conversation of the century, as I thought.

After ten minutes of overhearing I realized that it does not matter

What they are talking about.

I know now that they both met out of loneliness.