"Step right up," said the carny barker in a voice dulled by myriad cigarettes and cheap booze. "See the Great Black Monster from Hell!" There were no takers.
Everybody off throwing balls at bottles or riding something.
A teenager came along, stopped to stare at the canvas picture behind the barker.
"Show's free tonight," said the barker.
He led the boy to the back of the tent and drew aside a curtain. The boy gasped. An iron door opened and a dark arm pulled the lad behind the canvas.
"Enjoy, Great Black," said the barker, drawing the curtain back in place.
Everybody off throwing balls at bottles or riding something.
A teenager came along, stopped to stare at the canvas picture behind the barker.
"Show's free tonight," said the barker.
He led the boy to the back of the tent and drew aside a curtain. The boy gasped. An iron door opened and a dark arm pulled the lad behind the canvas.
"Enjoy, Great Black," said the barker, drawing the curtain back in place.
