Good Friday. Midge pulls up in the camper. She has flowers in her hair.
Sweezus, Arthur and Shu haven't brought much. Belle has a back pack.
Terence is in it.
Hi guys, says Midge. All ready for Blenheim? Hop in!
This is Barbs, says Midge, indicating Barbs, who is sitting beside her.
Hi guys, says Barbs. She also has flowers in her hair.
The camper heads north, in the lovely blue and gold weather.
You guys haven't brought much, says Midge.
Only chocolate, says Arthur.
Chocolate! says Belle. Damn ! I forgot it!
Never mind, says Midge. As long as you've got shoes, that's the main thing.
Yep, says Barbs. Shoes are essential.
I thought it was hippy, says Sweezus.
Thistles, says Barbs.
For fuck sake! says Sweezus. He tries to think beyond Easter, to Tuesday or some time like that.
I haven't got shoes, pipes up Terence.
Who said that? asks Barbs. It sounds like a kiddy.
Me, says Terence. I haven't got shoes.
Barbs cranes around and sees Terence, for the first time.
Aww! An infant!
You won't need shoes, says Barbs. You're an infant. Lucky you! You're going to love it! And you get in for free.
Does he? says Arthur. What's the age limit?
Twelve, says Midge. Don't worry. I've already paid for our tickets.
Cool, says Sweezus.
You can pay me back later, says Midge.
Oh.......yeah...... maybe next Tuesday? says Sweezus. That's when I get paid.
Midge looks peeved.
Your friend's very quiet, says Barbs.
What friend? says Sweezus.
Him, says Barbs. She means Shu.
He's a poet, says Sweezus. He'll be miles away, elegising the landscape.
Is that a thing? asks Barbs. Elegising? Awesome.
Shu looks up from elegising the landscape.
The old fort brims with yellow leaves....
Not that he actually saw one.
Sorry, says Shu. There is beauty in silence.
's okay, says Barbs. It's very chill. Like this whole weekend.
Who's playing? asks Belle.
The Beards, they play songs about beards.... the Pierce brothers... Funk Latin Union, says Midge. And heaps of others.
And there'll be stalls, says Barbs. Selling herbal teas, chai, local wines, and food.
And face painting, henna and hair wraps, says Midge.
Sounds divine! says Belle.
Chocolate? says Terence.
Maybe, says Barbs. But you mustn't eat too much chocolate. It's bad for you.
Huuuuh......!
Limited chocolate.
And The Beards, they play songs about beards.
And there are thistles to step on.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
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