101 fiction story originally written for Lily Child’s Friday Prediction. Enjoy 🙂
The carousel was barely turning, its lights flickering like dying fireflies; the music almost becoming a distorted sound, the melody of many broken music boxes combined into one crying symphony.
The horses, poor wooden things butchered on posts with the paint falling off had their seats empty.
They had been like that for ages.
The Joker gripped tighter on his whip.
Mr. Spy had told him the children weren’t spinning his toy fast enough.
Turned out he was right.
The Joker approached the souls, his shadow emerging upon hundred tortured little faces and he raised hand preparing to strike punishment.