Her friends had advised her that staying in was doing Alice
an injustice. The fair was an ideal place
to brush off her laconic feelings but she still clung to the
familiarity of solitude insisting she was
alright. Eventually, after much bullying, Alice relented to
her friend’s demands and followed with
little positive expectation.
Only two miles and
the walk would do her good, they said. But the night air was enhanced by a
chilly fog that caressed her exposed skin and sent icy messages
to the pain receptors in her gloveless
finger tips. She rubbed them with vigour but her vain
attempt left only a tingly sensation. As they
drew closer she saw children, with half-filled helium
balloons tied to their wrists, clinging to
pushchairs, sobbing at their departure. Half eaten candy
apples and discarded fast food wrappers
littered their path. The smell of diesel and hotdogs clogged
the air and gave a sense of warmth that
did not exist.
The otherwise dark
clouds ahead were illuminated by the laser lights advertising the nauseous
rides. For a moment, Alice saw the clouds as white fluffy
enticements and she grew hungry. The
twinned noises of voice and music rudely punctuated the stillness of the night
and as Alice turned
the corner she could see the stalls and the delights they
offered.
I’m hankering for
something, she thought, but what is it? Slowly, she made her way through the
medley of stalls and onlookers until they were at the
entrance and there it was. A small candy-floss
hand cart with a kaleidoscope parasol which match the hues
of the selection of aired sugar
confectionary.
‘Help you love, what you after’ chirped the owner.
‘Umm, I would like blueberry, no strawberry, sorry no, I
umm, don’t know’.
‘What about a bit of each? Two quid, yeah?’
‘Yes. Yes please!’.
The weathered and
weary face of the punter smiled and
brown teeth warned Alice of the candy
floss’ long term effects. She began the burring noise of the
metal bowls, took a stick and traced it
round each, picking up the webbed sugar strands of pink and
blue. Alice licked her dry lips with
desire. As she devoured the candy she sensed her mood
changing and welcomed its arrival. She
became enlightened and realised life was good, she had just
had to empower herself, break out from
the four walls of that melancholic prison and engage with
life. Her friends were right.
Next a fairground
ride, she told herself. She began looking up at the attractions. One rider
caught
her attention, his behaviour reflected what she wanted. The
ride spun him high into the air on its
mechanical arm and he embraced each twist and turn as if he
were a bird manoeuvring on the air
currents. His face was absent from care or worry and his
hair curled carefree about him. He looked
free. He was free.