A Hundred and Six

Posted on September 6, 2012

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Why don’t you leave it with me? He offered.

Big eyes darting, she gave it to him, and clambered into the giant wheel.

The wheel swung and plunged. Nauseated, he looked away.

He ringed nothing at the ring-anything stall.

Eating her cotton candy, he asked, Did you like it?

No. My heart wasn’t in it.

 

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