Delima Kasih

The Blog (u) 10: Close Encounters

The night was warm, friendly even. Crickets filled the air with summer evensong and the flashing lights of ideas winked in their millions throughout the blogfields.
plink communed with the mass of living lightning, breathing thought into life and life into thought. After another idea was set free to play with other blinking lights, plink felt herself being watched.
Brandishing an especially bright idea, plink spun around and gasped in astonishment. The thing that watched her was quite simply not there. It was not darkness, for that would have been something. There was, quite literally, nothing before her.
‘I am Ghoul,’ said the mysterious, formless being.
‘What do you want?’ plink demanded, holding the flame higher.
‘I am stalking you.’
‘Why? Haven’t you got other bloggers to stalk? Besides, my own blog isn’t ready yet.’
‘Yes, but I happen to like it.’
plink was stunned. She had done little more than think a few thoughts and write a few comments. Yet someone, or this particular no one, had noticed. It took a while for the idea to sink in, so while plink blinked in confusion, Ghoul pointed out the bright idea in her hand. ‘That one is nice.’
‘Is it that good?’ plink turned it this way and that. The ovoid mass of singing lightning looked like any other to her. It was a bright idea certainly, but it was an idea, just like all the others.
‘I wouldn’t know,’ Ghoul shook his head. Then, without knowing how it was possible, she heard Ghoul frown in concentration. ‘We stalkers don’t judge,’ he began. ‘What we do is approve.’
‘I don’t understand,’ plink confessed.
‘I’m stalking you because I like your ideas. It would be nice if you were good, but the main thing is that I like the stuff you put out.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
plink squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. Impulsively, she threw her arms around Ghoul, only to find nobody to embrace.
‘Sorry, I’m not all here,’ Ghoul offered by way of apology. ‘You could say I’m feeling a little empty right now.’
Then he stepped back. ‘Be well, plink. We shall meet again.’

posted by plink @ 6:16 pm