As the shiny red corvette inched along, the crowd parted allowing
it to pass. My feet rested on the
leather interior of its back seat while I sat on the rear end graciously waving
at everyone I passed. For once the long
red hair, now blowing in the breeze, was of benefit to me. I looked down at the folds of my green dress
spread out around me, a contrast to my white skin. I thought of myself as a
flower blossoming for the first time in front of all these people. As I
held on to that thought the smile on my freckle dappled face widened.
Living in the moment, I barely noticed as we
crossed under the large arch decorated with two giant strawberry cutouts and
generous lengths of red and green toile. The car stopped. Getting out the well dressed driver
walked toward me and took my hand. With a nod of reassurance he helped me from
the backseat and placed a hand upon the small of my back, escorting me down the
cobbled walk, and up the stairs of a raised dais. Gesturing to the throne before me, he silently
instructed me to sit. I settled against its plush strawberry shaped backing, as
a long red and gold scepter was thrust into my hands.
A fat little man with cherry red chipmunk cheeks rose and
walked to a podium covered with an abundance of streamers and balloons. He
tapped the microphone and it squealed. I watched as a number of individuals scrunched
up their faces or covered their ears attempting to avoid the sound. The cherub faced
man apologized, cleared his throat and continued. Welcome friends and neighbors!
I’d like to present to you the queen of this year’s Strawberry Festival, Ms.
Scarlet Barry!
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