The Festival

I am at an outdoor festival.

There is a man there that I love – I deny him.

There is a man there that I once loved but no longer do (at least not in ‘that’ way), he is leaving me and I am afraid to let him go.

I wander around the festival alone. It is night and scattered across the dark fields are inviting large round tents lit from inside by warm lights and laughter; I am the only person outside in the field.

I wander into a tent but when inside I see there is nothing there so I leave. Some people pass me on their way in and I say “Don’t go in, there is nothing inside.” They ignore me and pay the entrance fee and I hear their laughter from inside the tent.

I continue to wander and see some food vendors. I go over and look because I am hungry but they only sell hot dogs and other things that I don’t like. As I look around the field of tents I feel indecisive and lost and I cannot make up my mind which one to enter so I just hover in the dark.

I decide to go ‘home’ – back to the tent where my family is. I find it difficult to walk in the increasingly dark and muddy field and so discard a walking stick and some bags I am carrying, realising that they are weighing me down.

My Dad is there and gives me pocket money to go buy some biscuits.