The Magic Carousel

David had been at the fair all night, and it was getting dark. The clouds was gathering in the sky, and people were leaving. Rain might fall.

He walked towards the gate. He was one of the last, and the carnies were taking their stuff down.

There was a little door with lights on it on his right hand. He walked closer.

-Welcome, a figure said by the door. -Welcome to the carousel of dreams.

-But aren’t you closing?

-There’s always time for one last ride.

David went in, and jumped on a little carriage.

-Have fun! The operator laughed a wicked laugh.

The little carriage shook a bit. It took off…