Kids laughter accompanied with the sound of merry bells of the rodeo. The day was coming to a climax as the sun was sinking
below the horizon. The world had just come alive for the carnival, parents coming home from work are bringing their ever eager
children for a little joy ride. Paper notes being exchanged for the sake of games or for the on and only clown show in town. But today
was a little different. There was an addition to the euphoria of sounds that makes a carnival, well a carnival. His shouts of promises
filled its sweet delights worth your while. And oh was it delightful, the fluffy glaze of pink cotton hand in hand with candy as sweet as
the apples from the garden of Eden. If only you were there, you'd see the giddiness of all who purchased the confectionary of the day.
And as the black clouds filled the sky, blocking out the moon, illuminating the earth with a dark somber ambiance. That, ladies and
gentlemen, was time for the sandman to take back his reign, encompassing the world in a sleepy tenor. That too was when he arrived
home. But instead of settling for dreams he went to the basement, to prepare for the next day's work. The jingle of keys followed by a
set of locks being unlocked, set off a muffled sniffle. What came after though, we're screams of flesh, human flesh, being pounded,
blood flowing into a bucket, red as the same fruit that came from the Garden. Finally, before he left for bed, he poured in a bucket of
sugar, mixing it with blood, forming a bright pink residue, sticky yet sweet. With that, he transferred it into the cotton candy machine,
and waited for sunrise.
