Colourful bunting lines the façades along the street.
The townsfolk gather to celebrate their day; the sounds of laughter and spirited conversation echo through the side alleys.
The crowd gather to watch a man balancing himself on the side of a large barrel as he rolls up the street.
Tuscan calves channel power through the cooper's handiwork. The man's pace accelerates.
An instant is all that separated the man from calamity; the barrel rolls back down the sloped boulevard and heads into the crowd.
Bodies scatter, an old man is struck down.
A young woman rushes to aid her grandfather
A gas canister, punctured in the commotion, is projected by the pace of its contents escaping.
The woman winces at the force of the canister as it clings to her thick brown hair.
Helplessness washes over the onlookers, startled by the loud bang of the container.
This is how the dream ends.
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