She came in on a float plane, the plane landed safely enough but then something went wrong and she died.
I can't remember her face, or even how I knew her, only that I was honoring her last wishes when I stitched her up in white linen and floated her body in the harbour, and looking out I can see her body (seamless white linen) bobbing beside a rocky island...
Her family, they won't be happy, they had their own plans, but that was none of my business, my only concern was that I had done what she wanted....
Now it's the middle of the night and they're dropping candy firecrackers from the balcony into sugared watermelons, icing sugar confections, and the firecrackers explode and there candy fruit is reshaped into explosions and splashes. A woman somewhere is telling me that the girl I sewed up has floated down to a taxidermists, and I'm wondering if she means they will stuff her (surely they won't stuff her???)...
Behind the candy counter there are some people I used to know, work with 20 years ago, they're joking around, there's a pale flabby young guy in a pair of boxer tights and superhero cape and swimming goggles, apparently he's the next big thing in fighters, they're pushing him to the front (this candy store in the middle of nowhere, it's lit up like a stage, spotlight from an invisible above...), I'm a little skeptical of this new fighter, he doesn't look so good to me, but his companions seem sincere in their praise, I'm at the counter trying to find someone who will sell me some candy firecrackers for my daughter...