Buckets, Barrels and a Fairy.

It was raining.

Buckets.

Barrels.

Big barrels.

A city, a street, puddles and a pedestrian crossing.

On the crossing a vulnerable and very small fairy on a bicycle.

Both miniscule.

I tried to save her, protect her from the motorists that didn’t see her.

I got wet.

I followed her along the pavement, cupping my hands to protect her from the hobnailed boots that threatened to shatter her existence.

I got even wetter.

Then I saw the ‘almost invisible’ wire and followed it to the flat where two people were animating the cyclist.

We went to a restaurant and swapped puppeteering stories.

I told them about Josep who builds animatronics – one of which plays the violin.

He sets it in the middle of a square and let the puppet play.

Young children, the same size, stand in awe.

Adults, bigger, too.

I said goodbye.

I left.

I realised my shopping bag – full of the market’s fresh vegetables and fruit – was still sitting unattended in the restaurant.

I went back.

I had to climb through a window.

But I retrieved it.

Then I woke.

Please indulge my telling you this.