Brutkey

Michele Feltman Strider
@michelestrider@mastodon.social

You could just take a giraffe, but that feels wrong. You go to the Duck Pond game, hoping to pull a winning ducky from the circling water.

"Quack!" The rubber duck you pick takes exception to being picked up by its head. You drop it back in the plastic pond. The ducks all turn and quack at you like a flock of angry squeaky toys.

You apologize and back away. Maybe games aren't for you.

A train ride sits at one end of the midway. At the other, a Tilt-A-Whirl. In the middle, a carousel spins.

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Michele Feltman Strider
@michelestrider@mastodon.social

A train ride will help you get your bearings. You sit on a bench seat and the engine begins to chug.

It's a lovely ride around the grounds, the midway lights dreamy in the fog. You duck as you enter a tunnel.

Glow-paint swirls jog by in the blacklight. The train rocks gently.

You exit the tunnel into bright daylight, the carnival swarming with fun-seekers.

The train continues on, beyond the midway, out to the shore, stopping at a tiny station/dinerette. Perfect waves caress the white beach.

Michele Feltman Strider
@michelestrider@mastodon.social

You walk down the platform steps, out to the water's edge. The sea air is cool and seasoned with spray. You shiver, happily, looking down the broad, lonely beach.

Blue-green waves devour bone-white sand. The bright sky watches, indifferent. A seagull dives into the waves and emerges with her catch. She nods at you.

You notice the conch shell by your feet when starts to ring. You pick it up and answer, "Hello?"

"Are you one who seeks or who is sought?" a soft voice whispers like rain.