The story so far: A brother and sister find a book that needs to be returned to its owner. It has turned them into moon moths and taken them to strange places. They embark on a journey to Noctuidea with the help of an owl called Frost. They find themselves inside the pocket of a girl called Angel who upon spotting them takes them out of a classroom she is in to a nearby toilet.

Angel picked the three creatures out of her pocket and held them in her palm and stared intently at the two figures she did not recognise. Frost flickered into his own being and landed on Angel’s shoulder. He began to talk in her ear.

“They have the book”, he motioned.

The book began to rise in the air like a hovering spaceship. Angel reached for it and Cedes and Alistair fell out of her hand. The sound of two plops followed them as their tiny bodies splashed into the toilet bowel.

Frost swooped down onto the lid. Angel lunged forward and pulled down on the toilet handle. The last picture they saw was the luminous amber round windows of Frost’s eyes and the face of an angel waving them goodbye. They got sucked into a whirlwind of current. It churned them out of existence. With a cough and a splutter they were thrust onto another familiar bathroom floor. They sat there sopping wet and cast their eyes towards each other. Alistair pulled the door towards him which revealed what he expected. They both sat in shock as Alistair’s bedroom lay before them.

Meanwhile Angel tucked Frost and the book into her pocket and returned to class. She propped her head upon her hand amid the drone and waited for the world to make its move. It was as if nothing had happened. It was inevitable that she would meet Ryuichi now. She would be able to get into the balcony of the opera house now that the book would turn her into an Olceclostera Angelica or Angel Moth. It would be a matter of hours before he would play and she would walk under great orange pools of light that marked the lonely by passes of this earth.

Night came. Her sneakers had taken her past gusts of wind that blew through the college corridor and past all the people hiding in the shelter of the streets. She slipped her hand under the rug and thumbed her key into the lock. Frost burst out of her pocket and landed on her shoulder. She stroked the bird and turned on the lights.

“I did not think I would see him again” she said and walked up the stairs to her bedroom.

She gasped as Ryuichi looked up from under his glasses and smiled at her at the top of the stairs. He had been waiting for her.

Lena O’ Connell

Lena O’ Connell graduated from the Limerick School of Art and Design in 2009. She specialised in fine art, sculpture. Lena currently lives and works in Tipperary, Ireland. She teaches art to children and is aspiring to undertake a higher diploma in art teaching.

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