The Last Carnival of the Summer

Fiction

Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash

The sunshine is beginning to get to us. The roar of the nearby Tilt-a-Whirl with its screaming kids is the background music as we try to cut through the crowds. I can already feel a sunburn beginning to creep its way up my neck. Scents of popcorn and funnel cake perfuming the air make my stomach want to churn.