She always loved the rides, especially the fast ones. I guess that’s why she was there that day. She travelled around the grounds, her kid in tow; taking in the little games in an effort to win him a two-dollar bear or some small trinket.
This ‘Carny’ was a sly one, with his tattoos and scars, and his smooth talk.
They say he followed her home that night. Nobody knows for sure, but police guessed that she knew her assailant.
His terror was quick, and brutal. Two innocent souls left behind as the carnival silently moved to another town.
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