Allesandro Porcini's Left Boot
The Mushroom Man
Allesandro has gone missing again.
No one really saw him leave. There was no note, no forwarding address, no dramatic swirl of a cloak. He disappeared in October when it was very wet. It rained for days; it was biblical, sideways, rain. And then, rather strangely, he was gone.
His left boot was found upright beside the beech copse at the end of Albert Planter’s apple fields, as if patiently waiting for the rest of him to return.
Theories about where he had gone appeared overnight. He’d eloped. He’d joined a monastery. He’d finally perfected his sourdough and ascended. Mrs Nugget suggested badgers. No one ruled them out, but all agreed the timing was odd.
Albert swears on his cow barn roof that since October there has been an unusual sense of connectedness about his place. His crops are thriving and the beech copse looks positively nourished. Even the notoriously temperamental oak by the cricket pitch has taken on a confident air.
The boot has not toppled. It has not shifted. If anything, it appears… anchored.
However, this week the boot appears busier. A cluster of mushrooms has appeared at the toe, and one near the heel, and another is emerging boldly along the seam. They are well-formed. Decisive, almost… collaborative.
It's very strange, but we are not drawing conclusions.
People have started leaving things by the boot, just small offerings of focaccia and a knitted cosy, in the hope of tempting him back, but so far it has all proved unsuccessful.
At last night’s Committee Meeting of the Parish Council, Item 7b (“Boot — Ongoing”) was revisited.

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