The Chaser

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  “Pell Street?  I think this is it.  Is it?  Yes it definitely is.  I think!”

Alan Austen, a middle aged man of his forty’s was racking his brain trying to remember the exact location of the old man’s flat.

  He had last visited this battered old building about ten years ago and now he was having trouble remembering where exactly the old man lived.

  Alan, now walking up the new wooden stairs was thinking to himself, am I in the right building, the last time I came here I was walking up damp, muddy, vile carpeted stairs with floral wallpaper that was half hanging off, and now there were wooden floors with lilac walls, and lovely Muslim material draping over the windows.

  As Alan reached the top of the stairs he remembered the feeling of sickness and nervousness that he had had the same ten years back when he had last visited the old man’s flat.  Part of Alan had the same feeling again, but the other part was excited because at last he had found a way of not being with the wife he use, to love.  

  Now Alan was walking to the door where the old man lived wondering if the old man was still alive.  As he approached the door he hesitated to knock and then thought to himself I’ve got to do this and he knocked very quietly.  A croaky voice said, “Come in.”

  As Alan entered the flat which was now painted sky blue with bouncy blue carpet, he saw the old man sat in the same rocking chair which he had been sat in ten years ago, with the same furniture surrounding him.  There was something different though and that was the old man.  He was looking frail, his head seemed to have a lot less hair on it and the hair that the old man did have left was grey!

“Well hello.  I’ve been expecting you!” the old man said mysteriously.

“What do you mean?” Alan said with confidence.

“Oh nothing, I just had a feeling, that’s all.  Come and sit down Alan.”

Alan walked slowly over the soft blue carpet feeling a little confused.  He sat down on a brown armchair that had the springs sticking out of the cushion.

“How do you know my name?” Alan said abruptly.

“I just remember it.”

“But it’s nearly ten years since I came here and you must have had loads of people coming for love potions or other potions.  I just don’t get how you remember me.  Was I someone special or something?”  Alan pushing for an answer.

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“You’re not special, I just know that my customers will turn up again someday so I make sure I remember them. So what are you here for?” the old man said quickly trying to change the subject.

“Well………I want a life cleaner.”

“Why?” the old man said suspiciously

“It’s Diana, I can’t take being with her anymore.”

“Why?  You were so keen on getting her to love you and want you.”

“I know that but she’s ruining my life.”

“How?”

“Well as you know it was 19th December 2001 when I came to you for the love potion as I didn’t ...

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