The scissors platform is raised high above the swelling mob on the big wide avenue that is the backbone of
On it are a man and a woman facing in opposite directions.
The day is warm for a foot race but this pair tell people they will warm them up for the event.
Many seem overjoyed at this news.
Humans jump up and down in response to the shouted commands from on high.
It's hard not to believe that, to a visitor from Mars, humans are a strange species, not to mention to any passing Messiahs, during Lent.
Mass obedience to shouted instructions is the order of the day.
These people have raised funds or paid an entry fee to participate in all of this.
They seem to think it very important to warm up when told to do so.
After all, they will run 10 kilometres around the leafing roads to arrive back here, warmed up and panting, to receive a goody bag of branded goods from various sponsors.
Camera crews are positioned around the course to relay the participants' efforts to a television audience happily sitting down to Sunday roast at home.
Everywhere you look, in hollow or glade, atop mounds of green grass, people gather in bright colours to prepare for the event. They stretch bits of their bodies in different directions to make them more supple.
It is difficult not to think of them as wild Indians preparing to descend in marauding groups on the capitalist intruders all around them.
Would the race entrants move faster if they were told the Apaches were after them? Someone should take a breath and shout a warning.
I may, when the elevated people cannot see who the mischief maker is in the crowd of jumping people.
Storytelling here
Twitter here
No comments:
Post a Comment