Ikue began to write past all the full stops that short circuited her brain. She watched the page and looked at all the stop and go signs changing. She watched India flit past the skirting boards along the hallway.
“India, India. Where have you been? Have you been to London to visit the queen?”
India did not take any notice of Ikue and ran up the stairs. Ikue got up from her seat and walked out of the house. She knocked on George’s door, a few steps further up the street.
“I’m trying to write a journal to my cat” she said and held open the notebook to George.
“Come in”, he said.
“I’ve written some journals myself but none are addressed to my cat. You can take a look at them if you want” he mused.
“I am learning about the fatality of a full stop”, Ikue said as she followed George’s shadow into the light of the kitchen.
George poured some tea from the silver pot and left the milk beside the cup leaving the room to run up the stairs. Ikue sat down at the invitation of a drink and poured the milk into the cup and watched it rest on the top. She went to the sink to find a spoon and began to stir the liquid. She could hear a lot of fumbling upstairs. Suddenly George’s cat announced its presence in the kitchen like it just appeared. Ikue imagined George could have gone through some kind of metamorphosis.
Ikue could hear a tumbling coming down the stairs. George held up a black book in the doorway. He left the book open on the table.
“India”, he said.
“A trip I made there. Read here, he pointed”. Ikue began to read the text.
“On Thursday I am leaving here for India. The doctors say it is ok to leave. I will have to bring enough medication for the journey. If it goes well they will reassess my condition. I’ve everything packed and my guide will take me where I want to go. I hope the place is as strange as the one I know from Rudyard Kipling’s stories.”
Ikue looked up. “What was your illness?” she enquired.
“I had bad spirits”, he said. There was a long pause.
“I did not belong with anyone or anything but I think that has changed now”. George looked at Ikue.
Lena O’ Connell
Lena O’ Connell graduated from the Limerick School of Art and Design in 2009. She is a qualified art teacher.