The notes kept on decending.

"No mum, I didn't do anything. He—" "Yes, the magician, just touched my nose." "No, not anything else, er, he might have. Yes he touched the ring." "My nose ring. He looked..." "I can remember it moved. Then he pulled a note." "No, I didn't feel anything up my nose. I don't think I did, just some crackling against my upper lip and he held a note up and started to unroll." "No, it was quick." "I can't remember. It looked like an ordinary note." "No, not foreign. Not that one he held I'm pretty sure." "I can't go back. They won't stop. They keep coming from up my nose; I feel sick." "How can I go anywhere, my nose is so sore?"

The notes fell in her lap, crumpled and snotty. The earlier ones dried with patterns of crust overlaying their bright colours. Designs from far afield and beyond that. Research would find they must be from earlier times too. It was yet to be speculated on if the future was represented too. Would paper notes remain currency then? Perhaps new synthetic fibres, not just plastic cards but silk like and tough with alarms and secret mssages in each lowly note.

Did they spend the notes, you'll be asking, expecting them to be wealthy or at least comfortable and compensated for the daughter's distress and of the mother too? No, not so you'd notice. Too many, what do they say, variables. Yes, that's it, too many variables. Even a constant flow — and it did appear to slow somewhat there was even hope it would gradually stop but it quickly bottomed out to a regular rate, only increasing occassionally and never coming anywhere near a standstill — so where were we, yes, even a constant flow from one small orifice, the nose, takes time to produce a substantial amount and, of course it was only one side of her nose too. At certain times both left and right nasal passages produced notes simultaneously but this was too much generally, causing a blockage, a log-jam. In fact they tried this same effect in reversal with the hope of stopping the mechanism.

The notes kept on decending from up her nose.

Of course there was no money in it. Oh that's funny, for there appeared to be masses of notes but to flow a devalued currency, which in its time had needed to be carried about in wheelbarrows to pay for a single loaf then, except for historical reasons, museums, or curios, was worth less than if she'd sneezed a river of plastic bags. ‘Sneezing' is a bit inaccurate as she didn't sneeze or make any exertion to produce the money which queued and fell from her nostrils. It didn't even activate a sneeze, though when this comes in the natural course.

A relative said,
"Stuff something up her nose, that'll stop it.” “I don't know what. Don't you have something?” “Yes, that's right, tissue.” “No just leave it. It's got to get used to...” “No. Try something harder. Obviously tissue’s not forcefull enough.” “Cotton wool? Well, er, I don't know, it's... Yes put cotton wool, yes that's better. That'll work. I can remember my grandfather used that. He had these terrible nose bleeds and his ears.” “No, not his ears bleeding, so he could hear better. Olive, yes, that's it, olive oil.” “No I don't think, er, yes, that's right the cotton wool’s not working on it's own put oil on it; make it solid.” “No, it won't hurt. Anyway it has to hurt before it's...” “Of course it's a lubricant. That's what I meant. Not so sore now eh? Perhaps something, what did you have stuck up your nose when you were... Yes a pea.” “No you're right it was a bead. Do you have a...? Push a...” “No? No, alright, don't go mad.” “No of course not. I just... Well I'll be off. Go home and have a think, see if Ja...” “No I won't tell anybody.” “What do you?” “No. There's no need to bring that up. I said I wouldn't say, you don't have to blackma—” “No? What else would you call?” “No, I know it's not important.” “No, I'm sorry. Look I'll have a think and I'll ring you latte... er, tomorrow. See, see how things... Right I'll go. Er, I'll, I'll let myself out then. Don't wor..."

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A Different Universe