I see everything. You arrogant puffed-up little man, showing off to your girlfriend at the shooting gallery. You’ll miss that final shot. I see you, spoiled child, pestering for sweets. It makes me laugh when the wind blows your candy floss into a puddle. There’s always one. Yes, you. They’re dodgems not ‘bump ‘ems’. Let’s cut the power to yours, see how you feel after ten minutes being bounced around. Too many fizzy drinks, we’ll spin you faster. Not so hilarious being sick on your friends. You can go off other humans after a lifetime spent working on the funfair.
A theme suggested by Jess (aged 11). Boundless possibilities … inevitably, I picked darkness, a shadowy character with an axe to grind. Perhaps he’ll return in another story.
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Dark indeed. Sounds like he needs to retire 😂 (not from your stories just from his job:-)
Love this one especially the line about going off humans! Good one.