The Carnival of Regret

What would it cost to undo the past?

Photo by Terrye Turpin

The Ferris wheel appeared at the edge of their cornfield. In October, when the cold wind rattled the stalks like secrets whispered.

“Look!” Martin leaned against the walker’s aluminum frame.

She drew the curtains against the gaudy lights. The wheel could turn back time, but it cost. And she had only one ticket…

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