Rook - Fair Love

When Devin finds his boyfriend cheating on him, he doesnt know what to do. Alone in a town that he despises, he winds up at a world famous traveling fair, where everything seems to remind him of his now ex-boyfriend.

Devin tries to lose himself at the fair and winds up in the tent of a fortune teller. There, instead of the stereotypical psychic, Devin meets Ricky, who may know more about Devin's future than either realize.

Fair Love

By Spencer Rook

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Copyright 2012 Spencer Rook

ISBN 9781611523997

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Fair Love

By Spencer Rook

Fried foods creating a heavy odor that latched onto anything they could. Reds, yellows, blues, and greens swirling around from the center of a normally desolate field. Children using their screaming voices to pierce the normally calm autumn air. No doubt about it. The fair had arrived in Merwin.

Step right up! Step right up! Weve got your bearded ladies, dragon men, sea creatures from beyond, and a fortune teller or two! Just step right in and see what we can offer you, here at the Duke Rileys World Famous Traveling Fair, the squat barker shouted from atop a wooden crate at the entrance. Judging by the red and white pinstriped suit, I assumed that the title of duke was an honor bestowed upon him by his mother.

I quickly tried to pass by him, only to feel a cane come crashing down on my shoulder. Young man, smile a little. Its the fair! No one can look that mopey when theres so much fun to be had.

Ill try, I mumbled, flashing him a weak smile. It seemed to do the job because he removed the cane and began harassing some other patrons. You, sir! Try a corn dog!

Passing through the gate, I paused to look at the mass of park before me. There were tents scattered every few feet, and then throngs of people taking up the space between them. This left me with hardly any room to move around. Further along, I could see there were rides towering above the tents. A gracefully spinning Ferris wheel rising above all else. Blake would have absolutely hated this place, and I was kind of all right with that.

I smiled at the view and began to think that even just a couple of weeks ago I wouldnt have been able to come to something like this. On a Friday night, I would have been stuck back at my apartment, eating yet another dinner from some takeout place before passing out during a courtroom television show. I hadnt even done anything so far, and I was already having more fun than I had had in a long time.

Events like these in Merwin do not happen often. This fair only comes through once a year, if the town gets lucky. The town I grew up in was double the size of Merwin, meaning that the fair traveled to us far more often, and my parents made me go every time. Maybe I wanted to relive a childhood memory, or maybe I just wanted to come to get my mind off Blake, I wasnt sure. He had talked me into moving to Merwin in the first place, so I was going to have a little fun while I had to stay in the miserable dump.

Step right in and see the Hamster Man! I jumped back, startled. The barker was standing next to me, his cane sliding across my chest. Behind him there was a man flexing in a booth. He was covered from head to toe in hair, maybe even the parts that were hidden by lederhosen. His face was pinched in a way that made him sort of look like a hamster.

Im all right, I think Ill just be headed up that way for a bit, I said, walking away from him.

He followed me, going as fast as his rotund frame would take him. Not many people dont take the chance to see the Hamster Man. You should at least go look at something, young man. You dont look like youre enjoying yourself.

Im sorry, Ill try my best to look happy for you, I said, letting the sarcasm roll off my tongue. Normally, I was a much more patient man, but I just wanted some alone time.

Ignoring my sarcasm, he bellowed, Thats the spirit! And dont worry about it. I understand that the fair can be a bit overwhelming, but you just have to loosen up and get used to it!

Again, Ill do my best. I smiled at him, and this time I put a lot of effort behind it.

There we go, young man! He laughed a hearty laugh and turned to walk away from me, his cane dangerously close to taking out a group of older women.

Making sure that he was coaxing some other guy to go see a bear made of cheese, I hustled away from him. The tents and carts around me were advertising pretzels, drinks, and a family of sextuplet turtles. Blake despised fair food. He said that a few bites of it and my figure would be destroyed. I reminded myself to pick up a few items before the night was over.

I continued my walk around the grounds, darting past groups of children and adults who all seemed to be enjoying themselves. I really wanted to do that, but everything kept reminding me of Blake and what he would want to if he were here. Walking by the Ferris wheel, I contemplated hopping a ride. I loved them when I was a kid, but hadnt ridden one in years. Blake was terrified of heights, and they were never that much fun to ride alone.

It was then that I noticed a small tent that was away from the others, almost as if it had been placed there so that it wouldnt be noticed. The place was a little darker than the other tents, too. It was made out of a black cloth, where the others were in brighter shades. Even the material it was made out of seemed faded and worn. The poster that had been pasted next to the entrance was tattered, but it showed a rather beautiful woman with deep green eyes peering over a crystal ball.

Ah, admiring our own Starmina, are you, young man? The barker had returned, though now he was speaking in a more hushed tone.

Was just looking at her tent, I said, eying his cane.

Maybe you should go in and talk to her. The greatest fortune teller we have with us. Maybe the greatest one in the world, Id venture to guess.

If shes so good then why is her tent pushed away from all the others? Shouldnt she be a centerpiece for this?

He clunked his cane on the ground and laughed, only it sounded much more natural than forced. Young man, young man. Just because shes good does not mean that people want to listen to her. In fact, as Ive come to find out, people do not want to hear the truth when a lie is much easier to swallow. Im sure you know what I mean.