Last night I went to the Party in the Park, part of my town’s annual carnival week. Today will see the procession wind its way through the streets. On Tuesday I’ll be posting pictures of the entire event!
Closer, louder, closer, louder, and here I am!
People here, there, everywhere. A thumping beat draws my gaze. A band leaps, yells, carries along a waving crowd.
A smell temps my tastebuds. Sizzling burgers, sugary doughnuts. I grab a beer then mingle.
In the funfair, gaudy machines spin, climb, swoop, soar. Kids laugh, scream. Here ghost train there, there a slide.
The hiss, bang, dazzle, and crackle of fireworks bring the evening to a close. Home beckons.
At the far end of the beach, there’s an area less visited than the section along the promenade. There’s a small cliff and grass, and for a month or two, flowers emerge from the succulents and other plants along the way.
‘My life’s a quagmire’, he said. Actually, he is a bit of a stick in the mud!
Nothing seems to go right for him. I remember the school play when he had a minor role. I wished him well with the traditional phrase ‘break a leg’, and he tripped off the stage and, well, broke a leg!
It was things like that that caused him to be cautious, but the last time he threw caution to the wind it blew back and hit him in the face.
He said liked to blend in rather than stand out, so I asked him why he wore stripes. He said he didn’t want to be spotted.
He bought a microwave meal. It said remove packaging and film. It was the worst video I’ve ever seen!
The other day he told me he’d seen the light at the end of the tunnel. I thought he meant he saw an underground train coming towards the station platform, but no, he really thinks his life is beginning to blossom. Just a shame pollen makes him sneeze!
The last time I saw him he was going for a walk in the woods. It’s just a shame that bad things come in trees!
It was a normal January day, grey, a light drizzle and a chill breeze as I sat at my usual seat in Starbucks beside the window, my hands cradling a steaming mug of coffee.
Outside the street was busy, shoppers going this way and that under a rippling canopy of dripping brollies when someone caught my gaze, a girl carrying a bright yellow umbrella as though she was beneath a sun all of her own.
She held out her hand out I heard her speak, but her lips didn’t move, ‘come’ she said ‘fly with me’.
Suddenly I was standing by her side and she was looking into my eyes, her face expressionless, my hand held in hers as we began to drift upwards.
I found myself looking down at the miserable scene below then slowly everything became a blur, I looked up and her yellow umbrella beamed sunlight into my squinting eyes, and a smile beamed across my face.
A sense of warmth spread through my body, then I realised I’d spilt my very hot coffee into my lap and everything had returned to normal.