I was watching everyone and mimicking their happiest expressions. Freedom was in the air today. No one can argue that. If they did I would’ve told them to open their eyes and ears and experience what it was all about.
Freedom was in the smell of nearby agriculture or sweetness of pies and other treats. It was in the blast of trumpets and trombones. It was in the sweaty dances of twirling girls and men. Most of all it was their voices- every conversation was lighthearted I might say. Not one was taken by sadness or worry that day.
Actually I’ll have to take that back. Two were in the wrongful moods and not fitting in. Well, when the cutest little boy ran under the table with a tray of cookies- me and my pals were getting quite the hoot. His guardian sure was pissed though. She took the cookies back and slammed them on the table and then they were both swung up in the crowd.
While I continued with my guys in slapping our legs; a wonderful sight dressed in violet- or maybe scarlet… I don’t know it was hard to tell in the sun. Anyways, there was something wrong in her face. Now why would a woman of such, how do I call it, power, look so down? After all, she was the Mayor’s wife.
“Fine dress on that girl man; but she’s already taken.” The wrinkled maw of a hand wrapped over my shoulder.
I didn’t lose my loopy grin. “Oh I know that, but look at everyone else,”
I didn’t look at Old Charles. I looked at the woman and her nervous face. Charles saw. “Yeah, what’s that got to do with any of this?”
No it's not finished, but I only had about fifteen minutes to write it.