The Gypsy
The scent of magic and burning herbs filled his nostrils as he dodged his way into the first tent he could find. As he spied cautiously onto the carnival outside, he saw countless children running off into the clad crowd of happy families enjoying the old but classic tune of the carousel music that insisted upon playing on and on until the very last minute of the evening party. He was so eager to hide, he even failed to notice he still had an unbitten love apple in his shaking hand, while with the other, he cautiously pulled back on the tent's heavy linen, as if expecting to be able to spy further ahead to the sides. - Can I help you? - Suddenly her voice made its way to his ears startling him. The apple covered in red syrup fell on the dirt floor, landing but an inch away from his blue suede shoes. He looked round at her, and immediately he was lost within her penetrating gaze. She sat on the opposite side of a small round wooden table which seemed to be older than both the...