The smell of the tall greeny yellow stick grass was summer in a glass and a butterfly fluttered all around the inside of my beaten up blue Escort. I exhaled a stream of Marley-esque consciousness through the car window, and looked out at the beautiful field we were parked in.
Luke was leaning back on my passenger chair. His dark sunglasses on, blotting out his peeps, letting the cassette players tunes of my Acid Jazz mix tape envelope him into a vibed out wreck.
I passed Boris to him, and he looked at me slowly, before lowering his glasses and leaning in slowly towards me.
“You’re mingled” he said, my red eye reflecting from the drivers mirror onto his shades like ruby red diamonds. I was in the sky, just not called Lucy it seemed, and I laughed. Then everyone did.
“No I’m mashed mate!” I gurgle, bumbling fools we all were today I thought and took a drink from my bottle. “Proper” I add, just to drum home the point, and the three in the back seat all laughed.
“You’re never like this”, Ozzy said from his middle position between Kimbo and Martin grabbing my bottle for himself. “Not this quickly”.
I knew, I thought, or thought I knew. I was not sure really and turned to the window, focusing on Dave as he dropped down from my wing mirror to inspect a bit of fairy fluff that was floating heavily like a sandstorm in the summer breeze which had landed on his web.
“Dave is hungry” I said, thinking about munch “and so am I” I muttered slowly, my lips moving faster than my brain could think. The mirror reflecting my droopy face as I gently flickered Daves home to help him.
When was the last time I had any munchies I kept on thinking about as Dave removed the fluff, disappointed with the drifting winds catch. No munch for him so far today and I was no monkey spider’s butler.
Mingled, bingled, bongo, bingo!
“I’ve found a Double Decker in my coat pocket.” I exclaimed to an uplifted car load. The plastic was soft and slightly sticky. The heat had melted it like a microwave but I didn’t mind.
I waved the bar in front of the rest of the carload and stuffed most of it into my mouth quickly drip dropping crumbs all over my lap and seat.
“Seconds?” I ask waving a last bite in the air, and four pairs of hands all started to fight over the remaining chunk of choccy bar as a bit of fairy fluff hit my mingled face and I laughed like an idiot.
I loved this field I thought to myself staring off into the never ending rows of uncut greenery, fairy fluff and butterflies. The butterfly field in Eversley was ours alone and we kept that in our hearts always.
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