Candlelight boogie

Robert Jones tipped the cup to his lips, imbibed gracefully the dark green liquid. Held in the mouth and wavering softly inside, this medicine of the gods tasted almost horrid. Outside swine fever gripped the nation. Although no-one semmed to get it - only on the TV. Perhaps the government created an imaginary virus to see how far it would spread. Anyway back to the story. You see Robert Jones was a sensible man, unafraid of the wrath of The Man. Silently he watched the world, seeking higher energies, he would submerge himself in childhood dreams, climbing the mountain forest of Comares to the communal football grounds. There the boys would play all day imitating their idols. Pele, Maradonna et al. Now Stefan was a surfer. On a day like this he would cycle down to the sandy beaches picking up an ice cream on the way. Raspberry ripple flavour with drops of raisins in. He'd hand in his pennies and cross the lady's palms with silver. As he reached the beach he realised it was high tide so he cycled further on along the coast until he found a keep. A wooden building with a solid door. He knocked thrice and out of the woodwork came a pink jewelled cricket bug. It chirped sweetly.
"What's your name?" said Stefan.
"I'm asterisk" said the bug. "Do come inside, your welcome to sit by the masters stove." The cricket bug pressed a button inside and the door opened. The corridor was dark but there was a light from a candle flickering inside. Just visible was a man at a worktop very carefully carving a figurine. Stefan approached nervously watching the innocent flame burning. Shadows leapt and licked the ceiling.