Falling silent all at once, the doors dropped this delicate subject and switched into standby mode for those who would no longer come. And the necessary openings from the drawing on the formerly too-hairy arm — opened. From one came a click, and a massive bolide of saliva flew at the two of them.
Not understanding how to behave, I extended my elbow forward, while You performed flips and somersaults, hoping to dodge the meaning that was supposed to pass by him.
The saliva splashed like a river across I’s elbow, lit up with the word “On,” and settled into place.
Along the river of skin floated a solitary little boat, plowing rapids in the violent current. Snowflakes from a runaway blizzard studded it, trying to flip the craft upside down. But the keel resisted. Spinning rods crossed within it and signaled Stop to everyone who had anything against this voyage.
The bad weather would end someday, as it should. And the little boat would continue its journey anyway.
The ceiling seemed a more reliable surface for walking, and slapping barefoot steps across it, You hung above I. He asked:
— The next entrance is far more monumental. There’s some kind of unfeigned sincerity in it. What do you think, I? Do you want to discover what this thing called “fun” is there?
— You think so, You? — I sank sadly onto ripples instead of a floor. — Lead, please.
Nothing ended just now, because the long-awaited Then occurred. And that was when they entered.
Inside, a fireplace burned cozily. So perfectly correct in itself that every stone, grate, and poker knew they were on the winning team. They led everything happening here. A soft armchair upholstered in jacquard and set on a rug stood opposed to them.
They disliked each other. The armchair and the fireplace. Their hostility had dragged on for quite some time, and so, as a gesture of reconciliation, they decided to let in — for temporary lodging — the Reader of the Book.
Both I and You stared at his components at once. A head was glued to the headrest, fastened with numerous fly ribbons. Its eyes ran across the pages of the novel held by the hands. The legs tapped impatiently, eager to find out what would happen next.
And the torso… it simply lay there, abiding in that very bliss every body endowed with the function of dreaming longs for.
— Come in! Quickly! — the Head screeched irritably, — My name is De. The Hands are Ka. The Body is Me. And the Feet are Ron. And you are disturbing us. Press yourselves into the wall and listen to the final line.
Despite You’s obvious reluctance, I was the first to absorb the alabaster wall into myself, and You, after a very slow jump, shrank in size and sat down, dangling his legs from the chandelier’s lampshade.
— Excellent! Everyone is in place! — De cried out, — And now, the finale! — holding her breath, she attempted an effective pause, and it truly worked. But not because of theatrical mastery, rather because:
— Damn it! I lost the essence of what’s going on, and now I won’t be able to send you to the right part as intended! You won’t feel that “Wow” effect that would make you eagerly await the second part. Everything is lost! Ka, act.
The Hands obeyed immediately, since related body parts listened to one another. They had no hearing, but they felt the overall mood and grasped the essence of communication. So they instantly grabbed De and began pounding her with their fists.
She flew up into the air and screamed:
— Faster! I must immediately go to the correct address!
The Hands had to accelerate, and after another ascent, one of the palms delivered a powerful blow that sent the head straight into the fireplace.
I gasped and stepped out of the wall, intending to intercept her in order to finally hear the end of the story. And You dangled his legs. Enjoying that rare moment while he still had them. Or perhaps the very first moment? When did they appear on his timeline of chronology?
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and then Add to home screen.