But the little ... thief stole my heart. Just like that. Took it right away - and I didnīt
even die ... He *o* Then he straightened up and looked rather proud of himself and smiled "This is mine! For ever!"
While I sat gasping for breath thinking he was very welcome to it.
After a moment though Tommy noticed Doug looking rather stern and said - sounding a bit spoiled -
"What! What have I done now?" Doug smiled a little at his tone. But then said seriously "Sheīs going to die without her
heart. And you know that!"
Tommy thought about that for a moment. Then stuck his hand way down in the back pocket of his
jeans and said "O.k. Sure. She can have mine instead. Here, Meeps. Catch!"
And I hurried up and caught the small object he threw me.
Looking down I saw it was a small see-through crystal heart with a perfectly formed red
rosebud in the middle. And while I look the rosebud unfolded itself - shedding a golden warm light in my whole living
room - and birds started to sing.
So donīt tell me he doesnīt have a romantic heart -o*
When I looked up Doug and Tommy had left my TV screen. And I could hear them get into a car off
to the left argueing whether they should buy a pizza to share. Or they should go home and visit Tommyīs Mum - and her
dinner table, I gathered.
The last I hear was that Doug voted for the home cooked meal.
Oh, and the heart - it worked. Of course it worked. Johnny Depp is an enchanting guy
and all his magic work - at least on me it does.
Johnny becomes my imaginary sweetie pie
Johnny often came back and visit me over the next couple of years.
In different guise; as Sam and Gilbert and Axel and ... well, you know. And I read about him in
magazines and news papers. And everybody agreed: he was becoming a big star.
But I also had a feeling he was become a rather lonely little star. And that is no wonder when
you come to think of it!
Because what is a star actually other that a perpetual nuclear explosion way out in the cold empty
space with I donīt know how many light years to the nearest neighbor - which is also a perpetual nuclear and-so-on ...
So there is nobody around to hug you and kiss your cheek and stroke your hair and tell you,
what a sweet boy you actually are ... even though you do explode a tiny bit from time to time ...
At that point in my line of thoughts I took a decision!
I stood up, wiped my nose (yes - o.k. I am a sentimental witch), took the cauldron off
the fire and left my witch lair in The Eastern Wood. I crawled up the hill outside and kneeled down and howled at the
conveniently full moon, we had that winter night.
For a long moment nothing happened.
Except for a wolf answering from far away asking if I was that Lola Bell he had met at the Viper
Room at Thanksgiving? I wasnīt!! The very idea of calling myself ... A-hmmm - anyway ...
... way up - three stars to the right of La Luna (eh - I mean the moon) - came a small shooting
star. And it came closer and closer.
Now normally I wouldnīt stand around waiting to be hit by a meteor, but when I heard a well known
voice yell close to panic "Catch me, somebody!! I canīt stop!!!" I hurried up and found a lot of pillows and mattresses so
Johnny could land without any harm coming to his adorable body and head.
He did land luckily in my pile up and afterwards I managed to dig Johnny out of the huge pile
of bed linen. But he looked a bit nervous at me and said "You call ... howled, Madame?" When I asked him, what was wrong he
still looked somewhat scared, but then blurted out "You havenīt become a were wolf lately, have you?"
I comforted him and swore I havenīt.
And explained I just wanted him to come and stay with me as my imaginary boyfriend. Then I would
promise both to treat him as nice as humanly possible - and invent several weird and wonderful scenarios for him to play
any role in he wanted.
We were just getting down to the smaller print in our contact - contract, I mean - and getting really
deliciously close up and personal, when a troll suddenly leaned over an especially fluffy eiderdown cover and asked "Whatīs going
on here?"
In order not to having to start Johnnyīs stay with me by having us both arrested for disorderly
conduct I dragged him off with me (luckily he hasnīt become so big a star you canīt drag him off with you by a firm grip on
his arm) and we ran down the main street and disappeared in the small and winding alleys down by the .. harbor ...
O.k. - o.k. I confess - my witch lair is called the public library normally. The hill
I climbed outside that is in real life a street called Vesteralle (West Boulevard) which lead up to the square in front of
the town hall here in Aarhus. And sane - booooring - normal Danes would probably see the troll as a cop - but is that my fault ...
He *O*
But the rest is true! I swear!! ... on a book about the adventures of Baron Von Munchausen or something
like that -O*
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