Christmas Eve was an euphoria waker.The unending fireworks that skyrocketed the sky were part and parcel of what triggered the fun filled atmosphere.
It seemed the desires of the young lads of the streets to catch fun were so insatiable.They had left the church gatherings at an unbelievable haste.It was as if everything had been planned out.They met at the river bank of St Paul.Everyone was panting furiously.It was obvious.They had rushed down.
They wasted no time in getting to business.They disarmed themselves of all the squibs planted all over.What aghasted Simon the most was the quantity a boy named John had brought.Many persons brought in twenties and at most fifties.But he brought enough to raze down a chapel.He unzipped the bag they were all squeezed into.Dirty bag and scarlet coloured.
The idea was to have fun and a bit Christmas rouse in town and not to have reasons to have subsequent arson charges
Everything went well on Christmas eve.The only thing that tainted the high spirits was the demise of a petty town functionary.He was saddled with the responsibility of ensuring the kids have safe fun.But no one knew what had inspired such insanity.He had led the charade that left the streets in a state of pandemonium.Noises erupted beyond the town could handle.He had turned the streets in to a concert ground for chaos.
Firsthand witnesses to the incident reported that he lost muscular control and frothed to death.And he couldn’t be resuscitated or saved because it happened very fast.
That sent a chill down many spines.The fun was short lived.Many of the lads went back home.And the body was wheeled off to the the near by lab to perform some post mortem.Rumour had it that his death was unnatural and the cause was to be unravelled to know what had gone wrong.
The night’s incidence axed the fun Simon was having and put an impediment to one he was planning on having later.
Christmas Eve with Helen.As he had called it for the past twenty one days.Helen had been one of the little good things about life.She was beautiful,that was never up for wrangling.She liked serenity as opposed to himself ,that got his fun from extreme and far fetched transpirations.He was wild,she was cute.A licentious prince for a perfect princess.That had been the fantasy he had hoped to make real this Xmas.To say his unending love to her large heart.He had planned this moment.But all seemed to have shattered.
It would be stupid to proffer love in face of a looming tragedy.He thought.Everywhere was reeking with gloom.It was going to happen another time.It wasn’t hard making up his mind.It was sheer caution and a bit common sense as the wily pirates would say when gulping their creamy rum,”some senses should cut across all,thats what make it common”.
Besides it didn’t matter.She wasn’t coming.Her texts,etched in the italics had found its way into his phone.He checked.Pulled himself together with the feigned big boy attitude.Discarded what remained of the squibs planted all over me.He went home.
He had hoped the night would be magical.Like the fairy nights He had imagined from countless poesy that had swept his path.
Now the bed was to take the place of Helena.Endless words for a lifeless object that couldn’t give a crap about his annoying murmurs.
The streets was very much alive.Passers by going to their various homes.After a very swamped day.Some had gone to have for themselves provisions to sauce up the impending Christmas celebration in the market while other were just vacating the scene of the mysterious death.
It was 4:00am in the morning.Time had flown very fast and deep.It was already Christmas.Everywhere was thick with darkness and the fogs didn’t make things better.It was hard seeing in to the distance.
Whether pickpockets were advancing ,it was hard to know.White smokes permeated the air.No light had emanated from the houses around the streets.Electricity had been a thing that came once in a blue moon.It was hard improvising.The dry wind made things burn quickly.The idea of having a lantern that could burn down a house if care was not taken was frowned at by many.Many preferred to have the thick darkness and did away with the chance of having their abodes cauterized to dusts.
The air became thicker as he advanced towards Rivers junction.The smokes were seething with impurities.Dusts,as if angered were biting away at his eyes.
It was harmattan season.But this was beyond the natural.It was as if a foul magical manipulation was in play.Like someone was lurking in the dark and hurling the winds to Simon’s face.
In an attempt to subsidize the threat he was encountering,he decided to get his handkerchief.He checked his breast pocket.It was flat as a withered plank.He checked his pant pockets.It was not there.The wind gushed.Then he knew he had to run.
He adjusted properly my bag pack.He ran for it.For home.The wind raged,and it twirled him as it wished.He almost toppled to the ground.But the thought of savagely roasted bacons kept him from flinching.He was almost there,almost there.He thought.Tonight had been a combo of fun and catastrophe
The raging wind blasted him to the ground.Before seconds lapsed he was back on my feet.He saw reasons to stay petrified to the spot he was and also to jet home as quickly as he could.How is this even possible?He thought.
The sky was ferociously yellow.Thick with rowdy smokes.They skated flashily in to the sky.Smokes of this magnitude could drop a tedious bull dead.They wafted deep in to the sky.And the silver linings of the sky had turned gory gold.The blues had vanished.It was a combination of dark and yellow.With the yellow being the alpha effect.
Without stalling he leaped impetuously in to the grand ville garden.It was far easier when he was not thinking and besides he had no choice.It was the shortest way home.He scaled its walls.And landed in donkey dungs.
He walked the rough edges of the Grayson hut,a house inhabited by couple of weirdos.The house was unusually bright.Not that anyone cared.
And there was it.Home.Safe and sound.Not a dust or a fire scratch.The gates were intact.The sparkling Christmas lights glowed bright.Choruses of festive chants that he had never heard were emanting from the building.It was all beautiful.It was all peaceful.It was all he ever wanted.
He panicked and reflexes made him direct my attention to the western side of building.There was fire.Though it was gently subsidizing.
Him tummy wriggled with terror when what was before him came in to focus.It was the grounds of St Paul.And it was dusts.Everything had been burnt to the ground.His eyes seared with tears not because he cared for the building or what happened in there.But because he had been a part of the recalcitrant group that started the fireworks.Though he didn’t throw his any where near the Churches.Yet that couldn’t take his guilt away.As far as he was concerned he was indirectly responsible.
Simon made for the gates and it opened wide open before him.It was Helena,beautiful as ever,smilling in her red jacket and a christmas hat gently perched on her perfectly sculptured head.
She smiled and said,”Merry Christmas weirdo”
And she patted Simon on the shoulder and gave him what apparently was a ten minutes hug.They let themselves go.
“I have been waiting for you,come on in!”,she said.
He couldn’t believe what had happened.What a nice Yuletide!