Meet Mr. Nimmet
I have a story that I want to write down and put up for people to read (as kind of web serial but not too long - 4 or 5 stories). I had some parts of it written before, but now, finally, I managed to write what could be the beginning.
I was told that I can write quite well in Polish; now I want to check if I can do that in English too; I mean, they took some time to try to educate us in that language...
Well, here goes nothing (great thanks to n-th-green for proofread!! commas are my enemy); look at it and tell me what you think.
[EDIT] The more I think of it the more I feel I probably still need a short prologue before that... [/EDIT]
Meeting Mr. Nimmet
People talked a lot about Mr. Nimmet, but the truth was nobody could really tell much about him. Oh, there was some obvious information: everybody knew his parents – although since they retired into the countryside nobody has seen much of them – and many have known him since he was a child; but nobody seemed to know him really well.
Mr. Nimmet never appeared extraordinary: he was neither tall nor short, neither ugly nor particularly attractive. Neither bold nor shy, he roamed the salons with casual politeness and calmness of a man who is not afraid of a conflict simply because he is positive he should have no enemies. He used to flirt but, as far as anyone could tell, he never had a serious romance with neither a woman nor a man; actually it seemed that he never even did as much as hire a prostitute. The only scandals he was involved in concerned pieces of art that were of magical nature; and that was only because his deep interest and vast knowledge in this topic made him an expert everyone turned to in doubt or trouble. He was not interested in any scandals that were not connected to this topic; but his sense of humor and skills in conversation were enough for this "flaw" of his to be forgotten in the society. And as the clothes he wore, though new and elegant, always seemed to be slightly old-fashioned and he always wore his hair tied in the back of his neck with a ribbon of the same deep plum color, he was usually considered a bit of an eccentric.
So even though nobody could tell what Mr. Nimmet was doing half of his time, nobody suspected him of anything strange; everybody thought he must simply be appreciating his own collection of interesting works of art, which was said to be really extraordinary and valuable. In the effort to find something amusing about Mr. Nimmet some have hired people to follow him and find out what he is doing in times of his absence; but they discovered nothing more than the fact that he simply goes back to his house and is not taking any guests.
All in all, it seemed that Mr. Nimmet was nothing more than a polite albeit slightly reserved and eccentric gentleman who cared neither about his looks nor about what people were thinking of him.
He worked hard for that reputation.