Maestro
This is something Ene suggested, speaking my thoughts out loud and the device she gave me writes it for me. I can only imagine how useful something like this would have been for you. She does say that at some point she will show me how to write. Something you never got around to, maestro…
I am stuck here with an annoying french wench named Eleonore. She was on about helping to kill a king and the man she failed to marry was beheaded with his lover? She isn’t without talent. She paints well, but all the same subject. If that was her man, then I truly do not know what she pines for. As for me, I cannot paint at all.
It would please you, I suppose, to know you are well thought of. People know your name, your works. Not your inventions but your paintings. The ones that were finished anyway. I’m sorry, that sounded bitter. I am trying to speak nicely to you, maestro. Hardly matters however, with your death. Still.
(A long silence ensues.)
I was given a choice when I died. Ene came to me and told me I could still make a difference. She told me I could live forever, here in this strange place with these strange people. I knew it was what you would have done. But now that i am here I find myself resenting it. Why do I continue to try to honor you? You never even taught me to write! Perhaps that is my issue with Eleonore. She reminds me of our agreement, Leonardo. What is the purpose of holding true to a dead man?
Stories, both long and short. 