Puppet Play
@rocxyoulikeahurricane
The Carnival was here. Then again, it’s always been here.
Screams and laughter fill the air, as carny music played again and again. The rides were packed, the smiles were everywhere. Yet, there was a darkness under each smile. A screaming panic to be let out.
The carnies stared with hateful smiles. While everywhere, there was a sense of unease.
There were masks too.
Strange, venetian like masks on people who don’t belong. They were always in the distance, just out of reach. Just watching Adam as he walked the carny grounds.
Then, there was the puppet master. An old Sinner, with ragged clothing of yellow. He wore a big top hat, with bells attached. He sought out Adam and gently grabbed him by his jacket.
“Monsieur! Monsieur! Aimeriez-vous un spectacle?”