Have you watched a shitty horror movie before? You know the ones where the main characters enter a rundown hotel and the bartender, wearing the clothes he was buried in welcomes them.
Sri was the same height as he was before but his shirt had faded from blue to white and there was a strange lethargy in his movements. He’s the manager, you see. But of a place we frequented in the day and now it was night and the darkness circled his eyes. He was animated in the way that a robotic musician was. Before we stepped in I don’t think he has been booted up for years and as he smiled into activation, I could feel Umar looking at me.
“Tim, Umar! I thought you were never going to come back! Mandy and I have been waiting years!”
And I spoke to him and it could’ve been anyone saying anything. He smiled like used to but now it wasn’t day and even his movements seemed broken.
Come in, he ushered us and we took our old seats with trepidation. Umar remained still. We didn’t have to make an order. They knew, the usual.