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World's Fair
At the world’s fair in 1927, we rode a gigantic Ferris wheel. It broke, frozen at the top. When fear overcame Cleo, her cotton candy stuck in my cowlick. I gaped at the shutter sky until night fell. Burped fried pickles. The sliver moon made me sing off-key.
Story by:
Robert Vaughan
submitted at 4:35pm
16 May 2010
Robert Vaughan's web:
http://rgv7735.wordpress.com