Fair
You promised to get me something if I beat you. Game after game, you rewarded yourself. Funnel cakes, spun sugar, ice cream slipping down paper cups.
I saw the mirrored house. It was like the movie you shouldn’t have let me watch, when a girl’s breath clouded on one of the mirrors, and the man with the knife snapped out from inside of it in a burst of silver triangles. I dropped your hand, my mouth watering.
Your voice echoed from glass, my name bouncing around corners like flashes of light. I did not stop for one second to answer.
Photo credit: Seth M
Crazy good. I loved it.