Carnival Death – A Flash Fiction Story

The woman wore a fake yellow rose pinned on to her heart, and she was chewing gum in the most obnoxious way. The music of the carnival played loudly on the speakers behind my head.

I looked back and forth from the woman and her large red hair, to the three bald men standing behind her.
I wasn’t sure that they were watching me at first, I thought that perhaps they were looking for someone beyond my ticket booth. Β But no, there their eyes were. Looking. Gleaming, glittering, maybe even glowing? Staring. It was then I knew, I was dead.


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