At the jungle gym... (Take Two)
(Same day as Take One, Same hour of the evening as Take One. But ... a different scenario)
(If you know the characters of the novel 'Let the Right One In', this should make sense. If you've only seen the film, sorry.)
Tuesday
October 20, 1981
One of the doors that led into the courtyard from the encircling apartment buildings banged open. Three boys stumbled loudly into the darkness. Their cries and whoops were immediate and loud, splintering what had been the absolute quiet of the courtyard.
Onward came the three, stumbling over their own feet and then each other. There was a pellmell scuffle about them that aroused suspicion. Their speech was loud yet hardly discernible. Yet the three were in cahoots with each other in their merrymaking and they strode onward over the leaves and grass. Then two veered off and headed for the arched entryway that led to the street. The third erupted in song and gave them a hearty wave. He seemed to be having trouble with his chosen song's lyrics but his enthusiasm did not waver. Finally, as the first two departed this third one fell to silence. He then spun about, lost his footing and soon hit the ground.
A slight creek came from the courtyard play set. The breeze blew gently. Silence returned.
Half a minute later the boy sat back up. He returned to song, but not as loud as before. Staggering upright he wandered in a zigzag manner through the grass, still humming and mumbling. When he arrived at the swing set he launched himself upon it. Lying himself face down across the seat of one of the swings he balanced himself and then extended his arms and legs into the air. "I am a bird!" he exclaimed and seemed genuinely delighted. But then slowly he faded forward until his chin and nose drifted down to the ground. "Nooooo" he said and crumpled completely out of the swing. There he lay, quiet for another minute but then seeming to come awake again with a chuckle.
Rolling onto his back he took in the sky. The moon was huge and soon his arms extended upwards as if to try and grasp it. "My hands!" he then cried. "They're blue!" and he seemed to shudder.
A clambering was heard from the jungle gym and a child appeared from it, almost as if from thin air. It was but a short distance to the swing set and soon the child was standing over top of the teenager.
"Why are you hands blue?" asked the child. With hands on hips the child bent forward until almost at a right angle at the waist. The little face stared down at the boy.
"Ohhhh, they are," said the boy. He was in rapture turning his hands before his face. "And they sparkle."
"No they don't." The child sniffed and then bent closer and sniffed again. "What is wrong with you?"
"If I wave them, they blur," the boy replied and then proceeded to do so with both hands in an erratic manner. "Oh look!"
The child backed away a step and sat down upon the abandoned swing seat. Then, commandingly ordered "You are not right. Go home."
"What if one of my hands were yellow? Then I could make green!" said the boy, still waving his hands before his face. "Yes!"
"Go home."
"Oh oh look, green!"
The child looked up at the moon and gave a long sigh. Then after standing up, the child wandered off but not before dumping a pile of hastily gathered leaves on to the boy's face.
"Ahh a leaf storm!" the boy was screaming in delight as the child headed out through the arched gateway and out to the street.
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