Three wishes and a fairy godmother

Chapter Two

Like a deer caught in headlights,he saw the silhouette of a man. He narrowed his eyes.

What was a man doing alone in an alleyway?

None of his business.

But curiosity took the best of him. He turned away from the pavement he was nearing and tip toed,cringing when he stepped on dry leaves.

The cold breeze blew past him in ten folds and he hugged himself,shivering. He slapped his neck furiously,swatting mosquitoes away.

Was he seriously going through all this trouble for the unknown?

What if the man was a murderer and was in the process of disposing the dead body?

Or what if...he was following him?

His eyebrows pinched and he licked his lips.

"Getting extra paranoid today Chika,Huh?" He asked himself.

He shook his head at his antics and turned away for the second time. But whispers stopped him dead short. He reached for his phone in his left pocket. Sucking in huge breath,he strengthened his resolve and took big firm steps towards the man.

All he could see was the outline of the man's body thanks to the nightlife across. Firm steps turned into a Tom and Jerry tip toe. He bent his body,bringing out one long leg widely,then bringing out the other in comical succession.

He frowned,grumbling under his breath. He touched his pocket again and nodded in satisfaction when he felt his phone.

Rats squealed as they jumped in and out of the bins. Dogs barked somewhere close making Chika pray mentally. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the smell of urine and different unpleasant smell hit his senses. As he neared the man who was yet to discover Chika,his steps turned cautious and uncertain. Car headlights directing Chika showed he was now close to the man.

He took one small step and stopped.

What was he going to say?

Second step and he almost slipped. Was that dog urine?

Ahem! I saw you standing here. Just wanted to be sure you weren't a murderer.

Third step and the headlights showed Chika the man was holding something in his outstretched arms,his head bent toward it.

A gun?

Fourth step.

He reached for his gun...I mean,phone.

Fifth step and he could almost touch him. Stunned by the person's absenteeism,he stopped. What if the the man knew he was there but pretended not to? Waiting for the right moment to strike?

One particular headlight intervened long and Chika saw the man wore white on white. White shirt,white trousers,white shoe. But what shocked Chika was how he managed to keep it spotless.

He couldn't keep black clean!

The man's neck was still bent looking at whatever was on his hands. The whispering seemed louder as he was closer but still incomprehensible. His eyes were closed in unbreakable focus and Chika just stood there with hands in his pocket not knowing what to do, but soon brought a hand to his nose.

But then,something happened.

The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up. His eyes widened in disbelief.

The man's mouth were still moving though nothing came out. He was holding a dead rat.

No. The dead rat wasn't the problem.

His feet weren't touching the ground anymore.

He took a step back.

His blood ran cold and his jaw fell open. WITCHCRAFT!

He pointed an accusing finger to the man with the other hand on his nose. His lips trembled but his voice came out strong.

"Stop right there!"