Thursday, 22 January 2015

The Fairground of Ghosts


    The turnstiles creak, but no longer admit. There are no more palms to be read, or sugar to be spun. The cries of excitement from the roller coaster and merry-go-round, have been swallowed by the effect of abandonment. Now, only the ghosts  are left behind, to board their own train.

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