Angelica Lost and Found

Chapter 33. A Place for Everything?

At first there was just one place which was everyplace. One thing which was everything. One body which was everybody.

Later there was one thing which was two, one double thing, one thing with two parts. Then the two separated. They became two ones. They were Volatore and Angelica and sometimes they were together but mostly they weren’t. Then they disappeared from each other. Each could feel the presence of the other somewhere, but where?

Angelica tried to send her thoughts to Volatore. She sent this: Volatore, come to me! If you can’t come to me, talk to me however you can!

Then she waited.

I looked at the two of them in my mind: a woman and a hippogriff. What if the woman became a hippogriff? No, I wouldn’t like that. And if the hippogriff became a man he’d have to take over some human’s body and there are too many problems with that.

I looked at the two of them side by side and shook my head sadly.

‘That’s all I can think of right now,’ I said. ‘I’ll try again another time.’

At this point I decided to abandon story-writing and just carry on typing out the events of every day as they happened. Ariosto imagined Volatore; Volatore imagined me but I can’t imagine how our story ends. Bad word: I don’t like to think of an end to our story.