Chapter Nine ~ Everywhere
“Square de Missions Étrangères may be used for receiving visitors, for being stormed by night and for other psycho-geographical purposes.”
(Square des Missions Étrangères, Michèle Bernstein)
“What was it?” my little brother wanted to know.
I don’t know why I bothered. “It was an animal, and a man, and a thing, and a bit of the moon…”
Mandy said: “No. It was everything. Everything.” Which is what I was trying to say, but she had to make out she was saying something new. I was naming the bits first. I knew it was ‘everything’.
“It was just the woods, then?”
A purple light shone from one of the student flats. Traffic lights changed from red, through yellowy orange, to green. As if the colours in our world were rebooting.
A blue bus pulled up at the stop right
