but I don't wanna fall down the rabbit hole — cross my heart, I won't do it again ; @coraxclark
A fun fair hosted by a mayoral candidate for his little, hometown of Providence Peak amused Markus. When did politics get so competitive here? He wondered. It was a mystery to a man who hadn't properly lived in the city for more than a decade, but he certainly took advantage of the festivities.
A kid at heart, Markus rode rides and played games with old friends. Locals he'd grown up knowing and missed more than he knew. They were split up in a fun house maze when a someone he missed more than most came into view. Sort of. He saw her reflection, distorted by a mirror and the flashing lights. It was like a fever dream. Seeing Cora after all this time. Whether he was purposely going towards her or away from her was as disorienting as the maze itself, and when they physically collided he was left speechless. Despite the novels he'd written her in his head. The countless, unreplied to texts he'd sent. Markus couldn't find a single fucking thing to say.
