... the plain old carousel, jets of water spray away the evidence. The music starts and once again the children begin to board it. Did this hideous machine have a name, no. It was no special attraction, it was nothing unique it was just a meat grinder.
The rain is neither baptismal or cleansing its just plain wet.
Coming down from the sky on a dark night soaking clothes, hair and all. Depressing cold and damp enough to catch a cold, catch a death.
Dark alley women exits wiping her mouth man exits briskly leaving in other direction...