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Sounds of the Season:
A walk down the midway:
For a brief instant, the lights all went out. The light breeze stirred the flaps of canvas and whistled among the metal skeletons of the rides. No people moved in the dead stillness. She looked down the midway and saw only empty booths and rides.
She shivered, remembering the way Fairyland had been so dead on her last visit right before the amusement park had closed. She shut her eyes at the sight of a skeleton propped against the side of a booth, still dressed in a ragged striped shirt and straw boater.
When she opened them, she saw the lights had come back up and she wondered how she could have missed the throng. The skeleton was the cute duck pick-up guy, who was flirting shamelessly with Suzie. Atop the Ferris Wheel, Debbie and Michelle screamed in their high, squeaky cheerleader voices to start it back up. People she knew roamed everywhere, shooting at targets, picking up ducks,spinning around on the rides and lined up for attractions.
(later)
The summer night lay over the midway. Only a few late thrill seekers rode the rides. The booths glowed but their light felt sickly in the country darkness. The clowns were doing no business with their balloons and candy. She caught a glimpse of a face at an upper window of the funhouse and it went out like a candle.
“Hyperactive imagination,” she said to herself and hurried a little to where Torturo's little shade sat in the shadow of the huge black Ten in One. She glanced at the mirror maze as she went, catching her reflection in every mirror but two. She sidestepped a clown carrying a bundle of balloons, a box of cheap toys slung around his neck, and glanced back to see how those two mirrors were angled. The clown did not cast a reflection. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. All the mirrors showed her and
the clown and the midway.
Creepy pics:
Mr. Dark is your host. Mind the carousel.
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A walk down the midway:
For a brief instant, the lights all went out. The light breeze stirred the flaps of canvas and whistled among the metal skeletons of the rides. No people moved in the dead stillness. She looked down the midway and saw only empty booths and rides.
She shivered, remembering the way Fairyland had been so dead on her last visit right before the amusement park had closed. She shut her eyes at the sight of a skeleton propped against the side of a booth, still dressed in a ragged striped shirt and straw boater.
When she opened them, she saw the lights had come back up and she wondered how she could have missed the throng. The skeleton was the cute duck pick-up guy, who was flirting shamelessly with Suzie. Atop the Ferris Wheel, Debbie and Michelle screamed in their high, squeaky cheerleader voices to start it back up. People she knew roamed everywhere, shooting at targets, picking up ducks,spinning around on the rides and lined up for attractions.
(later)
The summer night lay over the midway. Only a few late thrill seekers rode the rides. The booths glowed but their light felt sickly in the country darkness. The clowns were doing no business with their balloons and candy. She caught a glimpse of a face at an upper window of the funhouse and it went out like a candle.
“Hyperactive imagination,” she said to herself and hurried a little to where Torturo's little shade sat in the shadow of the huge black Ten in One. She glanced at the mirror maze as she went, catching her reflection in every mirror but two. She sidestepped a clown carrying a bundle of balloons, a box of cheap toys slung around his neck, and glanced back to see how those two mirrors were angled. The clown did not cast a reflection. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. All the mirrors showed her and
the clown and the midway.
Creepy pics:
Mr. Dark is your host. Mind the carousel.
( Read more... )
