So I remembered this little drabble that I worked on a little while ago. I'm still not sure if I'm going to expound on it at all, but hey. It's fun and kind of random.
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She could feel her skin slowly start to burn as she moved down the street under July’s hot sun. Sweat beaded on her forehead only to drip down into narrowed eyes. She wished for something to shield her from the heat- a tube of sunscreen, some shade, even an umbrella. The press of a cold, twelve ounce can against the back of her neck caused her to jump. A man laughed, breaking the self-imposed silence that buzzed in her ears. Suddenly, she could hear it again- the hum of conversations, the toll of bells that was children’s laughter, and the many sounds of machinery that made this fair run like one smoothly oiled engine rather than several parts of chaos.
She reached for the soda and the light caught her eye, causing a wince. Blue eyes glanced back up, this time from a slightly different angle. The man looked as well. There were no bright colors to this tent. No carnie beckoned outside, no hawker of wares, nothing showed the reason for this dark tent beyond a simple sign pinned to the entrance. “We’ve been waiting for you,” it said in its simple block letters. “Come to see what we have for you.”
A shift of bodies. She pressed closer to the man, unconsciously, even as he put an arm around her. At the same time, they both felt the draw, the pull of this possibly wondrous place.
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