Apparitional guffaws, chilling in their ricochet from a quartet of diverse stripes.

Under the type of street light and  there exists in this empyreal town quite an array of them.

You know the icy chill cryptic  with the bent aluminium steel shroud  where the light seems to peer into the lagoons of one’s secret self. 

One gets that black winter spasm twinge post 12am sonorous toll.

Dwell on that minatory, minacious reverberation.

“Peels of giggles as we four quaint figures cast jokes and groans at passers by.”

Minstrels For The Misfortunate  mystifying moniker or appellation.

Little did they realise how literally ironic that group tag would ultimately become. 

“Let’s put our thinking caps on.

Three ladies and a gentleman.

Fusing our capacities and endowments in the service of those who have no SPEAKING RIGHTS.

IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING.”

Radius and Radiant,  they the vociferous ones, whilst Lumens and Lambent SHED LIGHT with their observations.

Wry light infused literary and literal armour piercing mockery of facade.

The figures, characters. dramatists a superior appellation were Lumens, Lambent, Radius, Radiant.

They were the LIGHT HEARTED TROOP in a mirthful self-referral of themselves.

“Groan … all the above names are based on Physics light terms.”

But then this cluster of distinct beyond the most visual flight of fancy  yet  ebullient concoction had hilarity at their tiered core and it was suffused with a gyrational spinning top sparkle.

Flung  into the sapphire blue nocturne  these four people offered succour, comfort, yelping canine  type gaiety into the wee small hours but they came from a medley of milieus.

One of them a baker, that’s how he earned A CRUST as well as CATERING for the other unique trio of chums.

In specific terms the other  remaining characters were a ventriloquist,  musician, and the other a crack of dawn,twelve noon, and gloaming nonrandom  comic.

Radius the caterer (who plied all and sundry including sidewalk hungry with delectable food), Radiant she was the voice mimic, Lumens the composer a woman of song, 

Lambent the 24/7 Prankster clown.

“Wonder will our penchant for eliciting inhibition shredding splutters of merriment always go down well?”

Radiant the mimic nodding at Lambent the horseplay practitioner. 

 “Heaven’s above if either one or us total four had to occupy ourselves even in a S-“LIGHT”-Y ~ SLIGHTLY, yes you have read that, different context.

A beaming  orbit of the incandescent “CORN”-UCOPIA of poly-disciplined jesters I KID YOU NOT

This “SHORT STORY “ is dedicated to my  forever Beautiful, Brainy Einstein Sister

Jay A Pallen  who has made me see the  light and illuminated me with her eternal luminance.