If Wall Could Speak

Night covered the city. The stories rattles inside the hallowed walls of the room before the ghosts came out to play. To rock the walls. Thunder across the floor. Raise the roof from the walls.

Tonight. The pirates. And the fairies. Thunder across the floor in battle for the supreme prize. Some in wheelchairs. The walking wounded are led into the room came disguised like pirates, and fairies. They were all ready to rumble into the wee hours of the morning. To disappear with the coming up of the morning sun. The brilliant sun was about to climb above the horizon to bring in the dawn of a new day. The fun was over for another night.

Dedicated helpers are there to make sure none of them escape into the real world to spread their stories. Stories of drag races. Burning rubber from the wheels of their wheelchairs. Talk about the burnouts they did around the room. Coughing from the smoke formed in the closed room. Their tired, old eyes. Some seeing. Some not. Clap their hands while they barrack for their favourite members to win.

Pastor Jones with a long white gown over his jeans, His fairy wings on his back, and a wreath of flowers around his head, skidded for traction while going fast around the corner. He pushed a wheelchair with a pirate seated edging him on to go faster.

The crowd barracking for the other fairy dressed in jeans with a white tulle short skirt with a pink band around the waist. Delicate wings pinned to the back of the tee-shirt. Wreath of flowers on his head. He skated around the room with a pirate who could not see. The pirate waved his stick to tell him there were no obstacles in their way.

They were quickly catching up to Pastor Jones. Taking the next corner at speed. The pirate swung his stick in a wider arc tripping over Pastor Jones. The pastor went for a nose dive to skid across the floor. The fairy in the wheelchair crashed into the door at speed shattering the glass of the door.

Pastor Jones began to spin out of control crashing into the skating pair of fairies who crumpled to the floor. The three of them came to rest in a huddle of arms, legs, and wings, in the middle of the room. People cheered. Their roar lifting the roof from the walls. Cymbals crashed loudly as the magical music came to a rousing end. Carers rushed to help untangle the crumpled mess on the floor. Checking to see if any of them had been hurt. To rescue the pirate in the wheelchair near the door. The had to dust the broken glass from her lap.

Not often did they have an accident of such magnitude. Sirens were heard arriving outside the door. The ambulances had to take the two fairies to the hospital. The ambulance persons could be heard laughing above the sirens when they drove away with their patients.

Refreshment were offered to the worried attendees of the party before they retired to return for the next rumble.