The things she did not say...

I squeeze through the crowd, attempting to make my way to the refreshment table. “Excuse me, pardon me.” I say as I elbow my way through. I finally make it there and observe my choices of food. The thuds from the base of the music cause the floor to vibrate and ripples to form in the punch bowl on the counter top.

I look down and see a vast array of treats and drinks. People crowd the table and greedily reach for delectable’s to consume. The pretty looking sweets are fast disappearing and I feel the mounting pressure to choose quickly to get what I want and to make room for another person to take my space at the table. I bite my lip and glance over once more, I must be quick and must chose well.

It is then I notice a small sweet figure like that of a fairy, running in between the dishes. Her mouth is moving, but her voice is inaudible. She is objecting and waving her arms, trying to get the attention of those surrounding the table, but no one seems to notice her. I look left and right, wondering if I am well. I begin to feel the hands reaching around me, impatiently trying to urge me on, I’ve been pondering too long. The fairy flits up to the punch bowl ladle and cups her hands around her mouth. She stomps her feet and appears to be shouting, but over the chatter and noise I cannot hear her. She sees that I see her and she eagerly starts jumping and pointing around the table while still shouting. I can’t understand her and I feel the world around me begin to spin and the sounds reach crescendo to a loud climax. What she has to say must be urgent, for she is quite fatigued and I feel an odd ache and panic begin to tighten around my chest. Something bad is happening, she knows, but no one else does. What? What is it!?

I turn to the group and yell, “QUIET!!!” But they hardly notice me. I turn back to the fairy, perhaps we could go somewhere more secluded. But her small frame is slowly disappearing, and as I watch her depressed figure fade, I can see her sadden and her shoulders hunch over in defeat. A silent tear falls down her cheeks, lamenting the people she could not save. No! I reach for her and attempt to scramble around the table, but there are too many people in the way, and she is gone.

And now the things she could not say, will plague me night and day…