I've got a non-stop hole in my head-imagination Who: Briony & Bubbles Where: The park of crazy When: Post-school, pre-nap
Briony loved fog. She loved it when it got especially thick and she could just sit about, letting people around her get skittish about the things that could be hiding in it. She didn’t like rain so much. Not right then, anyway; not while she was supposed to still be all dressed tidy-like from school and didn’t much want to get her clothes messy. Today wasn’t a getting messy day. She was going to go explore the park and stuff and maybe see how long it was going to take before she really, really needed her nap. Yesterday it had been quite a while, and Paul had nearly suggested they try pushing her naps right the way back, but that just wasn’t going to happen. Nope. Anyway, all these people were going to see the park and what was going on there because the plants had changed again or something sort of stupid-sounding, and following them seemed like a good enough idea as anything else, she thought. It was better than ending up at the church all over again. Daniel might get annoyed.
Not as annoyed as she was going to get if one more grown-up asked her about the head-doctor.
Twirling the umbrella that she thought made her look way too pink and girly, the little Fear frowned at the soggy patched the rain had made on her socks and hopped up onto the bench of one of the picnic tables, walking an imaginary tight-rope. There were people around who were giggling and laughing and stuff far too much. “I don’t get what’s funny.” She looked over at Bubbles, her frown still in place. Why did the park look like someone had spilled paint on it? It was dumb. Not funny – dumb. But really… she wanted to see the glittery things that someone had mentioned. One of the parents? Or a teacher. She didn’t care; they’d said it and there were glittery things and now she wanted to see them.
Really, she still didn’t see why the stupid park couldn’t have grown damnation carnations for her. Big black flowers that were big as your head and ate your face off. Those were Briony’s idea of fun.
“Can’t see any glittery thingies,” she announced over her shoulder. Though in fairness, her neck was craned while she stared up at a huge, neon blue-and-purple sunflower. “Huh.” That one was totally as big as her head. She didn’t think it would eat her face though. A few seconds of annoying high pitched giggling later and she spun round to hit the guilty party with her rucksack. “Shut up, it’s not funny!”