Leonora and the blob

LEONORA AND THE BLOB


When I was young I met a blob, as disgusting as could be.

‘Who are you?’ I asked.

‘Leonora,’ it gargled, as though a thousand and one voices were speaking at once.

That voice and name belonged to Leonora, the most beautiful woman in the world, who I loved more than I could tell.

‘What happened to you?’ I asked.

It laughed and then said, ‘You are surprised by my appearance, but I am still more beautiful than before, for I am one with those I love.’

I looked at the blob once more. It was so repulsive - a conglomeration of all kinds of body parts and organs: eyes, hands, ears, toes, torso, intestines and more I couldn't describe. The vilest feature was that all its different parts were breathing and swaying; it was alive, all of it.

‘It is I, Leonora,’ the blob repeated, or part of the blob repeated, it was difficult to tell.

I thought, this is Leonora who I love, and I shall love all those she loves. An arm from the blob reached out, and I gave it my arm. Then it gave me an eye so I gave it a hand. There followed a foot, which I returned with a hip. Soon we were all as one. I am the blob, and as happy as can be.