Fair

FairYou 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.

 

Emily Haymans has an MFA in Creative Writing from New Mexico State University, where she served as Managing Editor for Puerto del Sol. Her work has appeared online in Monkeybicycle.

Photo credit: Seth M

 

 

 

 

 

One Response to “Fair”

  1. Megan says:

    Crazy good. I loved it.

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