InterActiveNovels: The Mirror & The Monster
I sipped the first drop of cold beer, cheered by the smell of tobacco that was burning inside a pipe made of precious wood judging by its appearance. This smell reminded me of my childhood, the smell of hay and citrus fruits grown in my grandfather's garden. The old man told me that the smell of the pipe reminded him of freshly baked bread, and with surprise we discovered that our grandparents were bakers. The man with the pipe went away like my remembrances. The wind was banging hard on the window, the old man looked at me and said the wind wanted to come in, we have had the same thought. It's typical of a pub that the glasses for the beer are located inside the fridge to keep them cold. Here was different: the waiter took our glasses from the freezer, my fingers remained stuck to the glass, and this really bothered me. Even my old friend's fingers remained stuck, no doubt the man in front of me was me in an advanced age. This temptation awakened in me the worst nightmar...
