My joints were frozen. My blood chilled. A lethal concoction of fear and anxiety. My face began to ache with cold as I looked onto the swirling ferries wheel of death. The horrid sounds of birds and loud screams filled my ear drums, flooding my brain with worry. I felt helpless but deep down something in the smoldering pit of my stomach knew I had to walk towards the wheel and save the young girl that had entered one of the massive steel carriages.
I approached the turn stills A man in a green anorak stood behind the kiosk smoking a small cigar from the corner of his grotesque mouth. Somehow I knew to delve into the pocket of my shorts to take out a couple of pounds, the exact change needed to ride the wheel of horrors. The wheel had slowed to a normal speed, but the threat was no longer the dizzying g-force but the electrical currents that now thrashed their way down the supports and through the steel carriages that swayed precariously from the rotating monstrosity.
I caught a glance of the girl in the carriage at the top, closest to the terrifying folk lightning that bolted from the heavens. My only hope of saving the distressed girl was to climb up the wheel. Every part of my body was saying 'no' but my heart told me different. I placed my hand on one of the steel beams at the bottom and hauled myself up. Luckily the construction resembled the rungs of a ladder, nonetheless it was dangerously slippery.
My legs began to tremble with fright. My fear of heights was not transcended in the crushing adrenaline that now pumped through my veins. Every step became much more challenging than the last as I made my way to the top. Panting with exhaustion and as soaked as a sewer rat. I eventually got a foot hold on the top carriage in which enclosed the terrified little girl. I Grabbed hold of the door to open it. It swung open variously as the thunderbolts from the sky grew louder.
I wiped my eyes and looked for the girl. But she was nowhere to be scene. All I could here was a strange rumbling sound, whining and moaning in my ears. A mummer that grew louder and louder. The girl had gone, the thunder had stopped, the ferries wheel had vanished into thin air. I woke up from what seemed like a nightmare, laying on the park bench with my book laying in my lap and crows scampering on the grass. It was all one big dream. It never happened.
Every part of my nightmare had gone except the loud moaning sound. I then realised I still had whale song playing on my headphones. My father never said much to be, but one thing he had always told me, was
'If you listen to whale song be prepared to sleep and to dream. The ebbing and flowing oceanic chorus sends a shimmering rhapsody of colour into your dreams, trust me son'
He was a sailor with great wisdom. I couldn't wait to fall asleep with whale song again. I wanted to be part of yet another heroic adventure. From now on I was inspired by the mighty sound of the whales and their songs guided me to a place where dreams and reality entwine in the most magnificent of unions.
