It’s Mario. He’s dancing, he’s running and he is late for his wedding. He is in a parking garage or an airport. This is sometime in autumn, in the afternoon, I’d say.
Maybe he is thinking, “where did I leave the car?” We hear huffing and puffing, cars, his feet running on the pavement, his keys rattling in his hand and tyres screeching.
He is stressed, shocked! He is panicking saying “O my God, I’m late again!"
He was having a drink and getting dressed. He has hired a car and has come from the hire garage. He looks a bit lost. People are thinking “step out of his way”. People think he has changed his mind and might not get married. God is watching. People might be watching him from the window. Mario finds his car, he revs the engine , takes off in his car to the church. He crashes his car and finishes in hospital, in Calvary. His bride to be sobs by his bedside. His bride falls in love with one of the guests and everything finishes fine in Fiji.
This story was created by Adrienne, Mario, Marilyn, Cathy and Valma on October 29 in Calvary Rehabilitation Unit.