Half way through L’s tale she found a string of fairy lights to tease me with. While she told me the rest of her sickly, sweet adventures, I was hypnotised by the buds of light that danced around the bed. She relayed a story of a warm, humid encased night, splashed with neon green drops of Chartreuse and a backdrop of buzzing city lights.
A Never-ending feast included whole legs of ham, delicate gourmet pizzas, chicken, and bright, light salads. Homemade rocky road caused sticky, sweet traps for mouths and of course the alcohol flew fast and green.
Games of secret Saint Nick were played with the best gifts being pilfered, nabbed and stolen multiple times. The ultimate prize was a princely trophy, a majestic, royal orb filled with berry liquor, which was swallowed quickly and left winners lustfully licking their lips for more.
The night danced on as L ran to the edge of Kings Park, where nature drops and overlooks the dazzling city lights. Out of breath she twirled and spun til she was dizzy and falling over. There she lay, playing with the lights and absorbing the pureness and utter joy that had befallen her.
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