A black cauldron engulfed in flames. Inside a headless man coiled in rope. Two busty females, also headless, dressed in leopard skins, held spears, one on each side of the pot.
As if standing behind a guillotine, Sally, Phyllis, and Frank rested their chins on the curves on top of a large piece of plywood. — Action! The ten-year-old cousins smiled. Phyllis’s dad frowned. A camera clicked. “You’ll be receiving your picture postcard in a few days,” said the photographer on the boardwalk of the Amusement Park called the Pike.
As if standing behind a guillotine, Sally, Phyllis, and Frank rested their chins on the curves on top of a large piece of plywood. — Action! The ten-year-old cousins smiled. Phyllis’s dad frowned. A camera clicked. “You’ll be receiving your picture postcard in a few days,” said the photographer on the boardwalk of the Amusement Park called the Pike.
