A Fistful of Tickets at the Church Parking Lot by Joseph S. Pete

At the carnival midway, he braved the beaucoup of g-forces on the Zipper, a bludgeon-like turkey leg and the hope-snuffing odds of the shooting gallery. He had thought daredevilry would render her pliant to his touch, but thoughts were as reliable as a parking lot made magic once a year.

Joseph S. Pete is a journalist, combat veteran and connoisseur of fine things, like White Castle sliders and mead. He knows enough of the German language to say hello.
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On 8/29/11, 10:52 AM , Unknown said...

Nice punch to this one.