Monday, 16 March 2009

 

Green

As the street winds on you begin to see them. The tip of a tail, the poke of a snout, a slice of green hide behind the fluttering white banners. The bus hurtles onto the main road and there across the river, there they are: Stumpy legs buried in snow, humpy backs arched against the sky, slumpy necks winding through the air in search for food.
Dinosaur Park!
Poised and green, they're staring at you staring at them. You look for a week for the entrance but none exists. Between you, there is only the river and the deep deep snow.

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Music

They raised a multifunctional building in the village, for all the emergencies you can think of. There are signs over each of the great green gates.
Fire Brigade
Ambulance
Doctor
As the bus rounds the corner, I see the sign over the last gate:
Music

I imagine the emergency call coming in, the gates crashing open, the cars rushing out, full of passionately playing violinists and one quiet harp.

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