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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Quite a savage story. The part about her trying to win some small trinket for the child made it even sadder still. Well done.
Difficult to see a motive for such barbarism.
Good piece.
Such a terrible ending for the mother and her child. Sad that so much of this type of thing happens too often.
So sad. Nicely told though.
Something wicked this way comes… Nice work, you bring us a real villain this week.
KT
It’s scary being a single mom.
I liked the work, just not the outcome. Well told. 🙂