Ferris Wheel

Candy Floss

Lights, colour and people merge into the 50s hangout, the air electric urging us to take part. I can hear snatches of conversation and laughter. Floral dressed twins on the verge of combusting; pleading for another go on the merry go round. Bubblegum pink candy floss melts on my tongue, giggling I stick it out watching as he snaps a Polaroid. Even with fluffy clouds in my mouth, I lusted after the smell of sizzling hotdogs…