Fairground Stories

Bingo-Lingo “ Come-on-now-ladees-n-gents, one-or-two-more-players-before-we-start. Up-down-side-to-side-corner-to-corner-your-four-corners. Slope-to-the-left, slope-to-the-right. Take-a-seat, rest-your-feet, and-have-a-game-of-Bingo!” Toddlers in tow, holding hands, hours to kill, fairground bound. Beach to splash, gulls will cry, chips on knees, cherry pops. Swing and slide, 'Venture Park, “ingo, Dad,” Bingo calls. Hands...

NIGHTMARE Wanting to get away from the over powering maddening quiet and stillness. I plunged into the fairground cutting a tight path for myself through the milling mass of human bodies. They were just forms, except for the occasional leering face with mouth open and wild looking eyes, turned in my direction. Fingers pointed, mouths opened and poured forth blood curdling screams and laughter on the edge of hysteria? Holl...