carnival

Bright lights. There were bright lights every. Almost too bright. They drew you in. they dazzled and charmed, pulling you in almost, almost embedding a sense of danger as you got closer and closer without knowing you had taken a step. The carnival was in town. Without the lights, you may not have even noticed, but those lights were impossible to miss. There was not much sound coming from the set up, not the usual kids screaming, laughter, crashing of cars. It was a quite as it was bright but with the occasional jump of an engine to get something going. The strange thing is, a lot of people in town go to the carnival, but it always seems abandoned, there for the lights and nothing else. Maybe not everyone feels the some way I do about the lights. But how could they not. I start walking toward a ride in the carnival, watching the man standing by the machine. I feel his eyes on me as I walk by. I forget about where I am and what I’m doing. The ferris wheel draws m toward it. I’m now on it, watching everything from new heights. I like when the carnival is in town.