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Leftenstar goes to WorkThree figures staggered out into the rainy night. The slithered into each other, briefly merged and then fell apart again, forming the bodies of two well-dressed gentleman, each carrying a black umbrella. They were dressed in smart spats and white starched shirts. One wore a purple turban, the other crushed a battered clipboard to his thin chest. Between them they had wedged a young woman, her skinny frame draped in a white shift dress. About her shoulders was a thick furred wrap of black and white and in her arms she carried a large bundle from which a tiny, curled paw could be seen.
They crashed through the elegant bars of Sakura Town, spreading horror and chaos. People shuddered back, muttering into their champagne glasses. The gentlemen in the turban was too loud, showed his money in a crude and unsightly manner. His voice boomed about the bars and restaurants, laughing and howling. He kept buying people drinks. He kept trying to start fights. He challenged anyone to find a more be
Leftenstar and Handsome MintyLeftenstar had not gone straight downstairs. She had hung about outside her bedroom door, paced the corridor with nervous rapid steps. She finally retreated into the bathroom across the hall and stood in front of one of the mirrored sinks. The face that looked back at her was pale and agitated. She felt as though some secret had been exposed, some hidden part of her self had been brought into the harsh light of day. She gripped the edges of the white sink tightly, frantic that the cold porcelain would somehow help to ground her in the here and now. Something rumbled loud and fearsome in her ear, factory machines grinding and howling. She crouched on the floor, hands now pressed to her ears, eyes squeezed shut. After a few seconds of this cramped position she had become aware of a new sound, the sound of water running freely. She looked up and over the lip of the sink she saw a twist of water, peeping over at her.
"I'm not mad at you." she whispered gently, and held out her fingers. The
Leftenstar takes a walkLeftenstar left in the early hours of the morning. Dressed all in black, with the hood of her coat pulled up over her red hair, she carried the big black box in one hand and a thin backpack close to her spine. She had rolled her sleeves up so her rabbits had a chance to enjoy the cold air. She made firmly sure not to take any lingering looks at the Boarding House and instead broke into a jog and vanished into the unpleasant darkness. She had never been out on the streets at this time of the day. It was deathly quiet, a quiet that seemed to have an existence of its own, moved on rough-edged paws about the buildings and rose up on dirty wings. There was a fog, surprisingly filthy, that wormed about Leftenstar's ankles and seemed determined to trip her up in its murky air. When Leftenstar bent to wipe her boots, her hands came away smudged and dirty. Thankfully the mist seemed determined to stay about her feet and did not interfere too much with her map reading skills. Leftenstar had been
Leftenstar drinksThe next morning the Boarding House was very quiet. Very few made it down to breakfast and even fewer made it into work. No that anyone really minded. The Birthday party had been a good excuse to relax, unwind and not think about home, or work, or reality. No-one even worried if they were too noisy and kept the Paper Dragon awake. Amongst the bleary eyes and tried frowns, smiles would light up at a memory, the memory of a dance partner, or a drinking game or the simple joy of not fretting.
Leporidae was annoyed not only because he had a headache, but because Mrs Cottontail had set him up in a below average room and he had a horrid feeling he had said something embarrassing to Leftenstar. He racked his aching brain trying to remember what it was he had said. All he could remember was dancing a waltz, slow and easy with Leftenstar and feeling the weight of her head on his chest. Then everything began to melt and grow fuzzy and try as he might, he could not remember much more. He sat ther
Leftenstar's BirthdayLeftenstar was dreaming. She walked down a dark corridor, lined with many wooden doors. Her shoes moved silently across the plush carpet on the floor. She stopped, trying to recall where she had seen this place before. Oh yes, it had been at Leporidae's place, when he had done something strange to her. When he had made her eat all the rabbits in that great starry place. Afterwards she had fallen asleep and dreamt about this corridor. Now she was here again. She knocked on some of the door, pressed her ears against them and tried to listen, to see if anything moved behind them. All she could hear was the machinery of life, rumbling and distant and trying to build its volume of noise. She pulled herself away and reached behind her body with an out-stretched hand. For a moment there was nothing but the cold air then finally, she felt something, no someone, move and stir the air. The rabbits, sleeping fitfully in her arms did not seem disturbed by the presence. The Man-Faced Dog, still inv
Leftenstar and the BankWhile waiting for a cycle to stop in front of them, Leftenstar noticed Mr Banga rummaging about in his pockets and muttering to himself. Mrs Cottontail was busy licking her paws and wiping them over her cheeks and did not seem to mind Mr Banga twisting and turning beneath her. Finally Mr Banga seemed to locate what he was looking for and pulled out a small square of paper. He placed it against his forehead and whispered a single, hoarse word. There was a gust of hot air that caused Leftenstar to stagger slightly and there stood beside her was no longer Mr Banga with a long winding snake tail, but an elegant human-looking Mr Banga in a grey suit and purple turban. He ran his hands over his thick white facial hair and turned, grinning at Leftenstar while he removed the paper from his forehead and placed it into his top-pocket.
"How do I look?"
Mr Banga chuckled to himself, calling Leftenstar a shameless flirt while she stared blankly at the turban wrapped tightl
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