Carnival - September 15, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "carnival". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Carnival- Squiddy Geiger - September 15, 2012

Carnival time! Brendon could hardly wait. It was the single most exciting day of the year, and it was today! Now! He wanted to get to the opening festivities, but there was so much left to do. Chiyo did it on purpose, he was sure of it. He didn't like Brendon, but this was going too far.

The work was piled up, but he slogged through it, and whittled it down, until finally he moved the last box, carefully shoving it into place. He checked the time - yes he could still make it if he hurried. He locked up quickly, ran home, splashed water under his arms and on his face in homage to showering, then hurried to the Carnival.

He arrived to see that others were still going in, and sighed with relief - it hadn't started yet. As he stood in line to enter, he waved to a few friends also in line. The excitement was palpable as he sat at a table in the back - far from the good seats but still better than the one last year - he'd bought his ticket earlier this year. After a few minutes, Monsieur Beauchamp, the editor of the local paper, came out to start the festivities. He held out his arms to signal for quiet. At last he had it and he started to speak.

"I know you're all very excited and want to get this rolling, so i won't keep you waiting too long. We have a new butcher this year. Mister Donovan, as you know, retired last year and I am happy to announce that Darcy Redman has consented to take his duties, so please, " he he waved for a young man in the front row to stand. "Please welcome Darcy aboard."

After a pause to let the applause die down, he continued. "Very well, we have a fantastic menu, lots of entertainment for this year's Carnival, so let's get to it!" There was thunderous applause as the carts with the meats were rolled in, the dishes uncovered, displaying the delicacies upon them. Brendon watched them being delivered to other tables, and waited for this table's feast to be delivered. When it was, he smiled, recognizing the dish. It was that nice young girl who had been hitchhiking and had foolishly accepted a ride from Mister Olsen. This would be a lovely meal. His mouth watered as the dish was carved.

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