The Fair

Sunshine.
Cigarette smoke.
Clouds like cotton candy.
Dizzy pass ride bracelets.
Rides.
Funnel cake.
Elephant ear.
Caramel apple rolled in tiny M&Ms.
Crowds.
Babies.
Tattoos.
Fat women in spandex.
Adolescent girls with low slung pants and bare bellies.
Carnival games.
Cheap toys.
Cotton candy.
Ice cream.
Droning noise.
Screams.
Aching feet.
Sticky fingers.
Chapped lips.
Strollers as big as ice cream trucks.
Waiting in line.
And waiting.
Stuffed purple dragon.
Stuffed ducky.
Empty pockets.
Silence of the car.
Home again.

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