The lanky teenage boy sighted behind the counter, he was bored. His sister was off with her boyfriend and he was stuck working the shooting game stand on his own. -Danny Ruskin
“—How many tickets for the game?” A bright-eyed redhead that couldn’t be more than ten years old ran up to his stand. Already, she was reaching for one of the rifles and testing its weight in her hands. She was tall for her age, but the gun–though smaller than a real one–looked awkward in her hands.
He peered down at the small girl in front of the stand. "You sure you can handle that sweetie? It's heavy." In truth, he highly doubted the girl would get less than a foot from the target. "It's 5 dollars for 10 shots, you hit between five and nine, you get a small prize. You get all ten you get a big one." He almost laughed as he was certain she wouldn't even hit three.
