Stinking of cigars the gruff man said, “We break down tomorrow kid.” Joey being distressed looses his heart. Extreme belching from hydraulic rams lift and spin amusement rides. Kids laughing, screaming, running to and from, and yet there is no witness. Joey tilts his head toward his shoulder, and inhales a memory, jasmine. “She told me. She promised me! I will never wash this shirt.”
The holiday ended early. Why? Because her dad said so, that’s why. The cars speeding view remained still. There is only one, precious, FIRST kiss. Claire spies a green and black checked shirt, too tall.
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Living In Eternity 
I’ll bet carnivals hold lots of relationship beginnings and endings, and many more that failed to get beyond first kisses, too.
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The Minnesota State Fair is pretty big. And It was a big “First Kiss” Each time we revolved around the Ferris Wheel,,,,, the crowd made a ruckus.
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It seems that dad spoiled the show! What a pity.
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yes he did, very much a buzz kill.
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Ah, that first kiss! And how extra exciting, with the backdrop of the fair. As someone else already said, my guess is that a lot of first kisses at the fair never get to the second kiss. Maybe they stay even more magical that way (if tragic, in young love’s eyes).
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A holiday romance that never really got off the ground. Thanks, Dad!
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A lot in this piece. Sad loss of a summer love
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At least Claire knew why they missed each other. Thanks for reading -The Holiday-
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There is nothing like that first summer love is it? I wonder how often people find each other after such a meeting… but the kiss…
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Hmmm, the excitement of youth. Thanks for reading Bjorn.
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A first kiss at the fair–lots of memories with this story. Oh, and the dad interfering. That’s a memory, too. 🙂
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Oh yes.
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And they move on. It’s a bit like a sailor with a girl in every port. Good use of the prompt, Dan. It was different from the other stories. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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