An evening at the Fair

I’d begged since January to go then shat myself the whole time I was there. Bright lights randomly pierced the darkness. Crowds jostled against the backdrop of laughter and shouting. We shot arrows, missed targets, yearned for those big bags of candyfloss, the oversized cuddly toys.
Susan Sanders walked by clutching a toy bear a whole head higher than herself. Her grin as she looked at us will stay with me forever. Pride mixed with disdain. The rumour at school the week after was that her Dad had spent millions trying to win it for her.
I started that rumour.