Margo stood on the decking, tapping her bright red shoes towards each other and then away in a repetitive pattern. She stared at her feet as she did this. The decking was in her lovely garden outside her lovely house where she was being lovely. It was a bit overcast though.
She had been tapping her pattern out for a few minutes when her nostrils twitched. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. A familiar smell climbed into her nasal passages. It was an odd smell to say the least. It was a bit like stilton mixed with orange juice and an undertone of garlic. It wasn’t typically the sort of smell that would make one smile. But it wasn’t a typical smell.
Margo scanned the garden expectantly until she saw one of the bushes wobble. It wobbled some more until a boy fell out.
“Ralph!” she shouted excitedly.
The boy looked at her and jumped up in joy. He ran towards the decking.
It had been so long! Their hearts skipped.
The smell became almost overpowering the closer Ralph got. He was a very smelly boy.
Ralph stopped about a metre away from Margo.
They stood staring at each other for a moment. Their smiles suddenly turned into frowns as the same memory came rushing to the front of their minds from the back of their brain pools.
In their minds they were back, years ago, standing a similar distance apart from each other in a field of long grass. It was a nice day. Ralph was on the verge of telling Margo how much he fancied her. Margo sensed this and was waiting impatiently. Ralph reached to touch Margo’s cheek when everything round them turned to flame.
They looked about themselves in shock. A shadowy figure silently appeared from within the smoke and fire.
Its features became clearer as it came towards them. It was David Bowie, dressed as the Goblin Prince. Despite being pretty amazed that David Bowie was visiting them from within a rather unexpected burning landscape, both Margo and Ralph found it hard to keep their eyes from the impressive bulge in his crotch area.
It distracted them both so much that it took both of them a little while to notice that he was cradling a small monkey in his arms, much like a baby. The monkey bared its teeth and stuck its middle finger up at them. Bowie gently put his hand over the monkey’s to stop him swearing. He kissed the monkey on it’s head before raising one long index finger towards Margo and Ralph. Silently he waved it from side to side as if to warn them. He continued to do this while he raised one eyebrow and slowly glided backwards into the flames.
Everything had returned to normal the instant Bowie was out of sight. Neither had really known what to say after that, so they had gone their separate ways.
And they hadn’t seen each other for years up until this moment in Margo’s garden. And now all they had in their mind was Bowie stroking a monkey and his mighty bulge.
They both sighed at this and turned their separate ways once again.
Margo stood staring at the deck, continuing to sigh as the rather odd smell of Ralph slowly made its way out of her nasal passages and out of the garden.