Candy floss dissolves in your mouth as the smell of burnt sugar gives way to fried onions.
Time for hot doughnuts and burgers when you’re shivering bone-deep, waiting for him to finish work.
Jostling through screams, laughter, music, bells, hucksters’ cries, and flashing lights, you spot him dodging the bumper cars. Music swells; cars jerk forward.
At the edge, a girl smiles. His hand takes hers.
You remember its warmth, holding yours. He meets your gaze.
An eyebrow lifts. A shoulder shrugs. That heart-stopping smile is confident of forgiveness.
And you would forgive, if only you knew where he’ll be tomorrow.