CARNIVAL TIME AT MORNAY
Thirty feet around, the Ferris arm was made of steel and they
raised it like nothing at all. High, and tight it stayed. The team
from the power company were looking up - 'Sure hope that's
fully powered now,' the tall one said. In the last year, the grass
had grown back, with only a trace left of the path. Hundreds of
feet an hour would pass, nay hundreds of feet every fifteen minutes.
Some rapscalion came running by, throwing water on a girl.
No comments:
Post a Comment