Run away to the city
She crossed the bridge on top of the river of glittering stars. She entered a field of daisies, all dancing to the whistle of the breeze. She looked back at the river, flowing steadily. She went past the field to where she reached a great wall. Interlocked bricks, a big house. She could hear music from the inside. Clearly, it was some rich person’s house and probably their field. She was a trespasser. Wandering and lost trespasser. Shouldn’t she take a look inside through the glass separated into quarters? Shouldn’t she seek help? She sat down leaning against the wall, letting the music fill her heart. Happy she was between the daisies, dancing with the wind. There is nothing better than sitting along with those who are humble and rooted to the soil, as Mother Earth rocks her children to sleep.
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A visit to the countryside fair
It was a big, huge tent. Almost like the circus ones. I entered it, it was cozy inside, a warmth hit my face.
At first, I saw a crowd, all huddled up at the fire on each one’s lap was a book, all of them reading seriously, some smiling, some confused and some so engrossed into their books they were completely unaware of what’s happening around them. And then I saw shelves and shelves of books, all around the place, some were also stacked up on chairs and some lying on the floor. There was one person who was cleaning up the place and two other people making something. I went to the shelves, nothing seemed organized. Here was ‘Nicholas Nickleby’ and ‘Crime and Punishment’ and there was ‘Great Expectations’ and the autobiography of Charlie Chaplin. I took the book ‘Films and Cartoons’ which was next to ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ and sat down on the grass. The tent wasn’t very well lit. Lanterns and candles were used there, that is why everyone was at the big fire in the middle of the tent. There were some holes in the ceiling where the stars looked through, the whole tent was dark orange. I couldn’t read very well with the low lighting, my eyes began to hurt after a while. It was starting to get suffocating in the jacket. I needed to get outside. I kept the book in its place and headed outside. As I passed the crowd at the fire. I saw some leaving the crowd and some joining it while some others in the circle were talking about the book they’re reading. When I stepped outside the tent I took a deep breath of fresh air, I could feel the cold air rush into my lungs. There were so many different tents the same size around. All of them shining from the inside and with LED lights hanging around it. There was a stall where they sold sausages and handicrafts. It was so well decorated, painted glass bottles with candles and made the wall for the whole place. The different colors shining from the bottles were admired by both the people and the moths. A music band was playing jazz somewhere. The slow music was mixing with the sound of the toasting sausages and the laughing and low chattering of the people. Soft, charming music it was. Perfect for the atmosphere. The breeze carried the soft music to the woven handbags and the silent trees who, in response, swung and whispered to each other. I passed by the tents and tiny stalls and went to one stall that sold candies and pastries. I bought a small bag of peppermint which I ate on the way home.
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I turned on the old gramophone, tuned in an even older record of an orchestra in my high and mighty house in the field of humble daisies near the ever-so-calm river. Picturing a common man’s life in the countryside.
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