Why are we sitting here Julie, this revolving is doing my head in. I am 36 and my nerves are not good. Why did I accompany you to the fair.
Because you love me, like you love candy-floss. You know that you want me. I am proposing to you. I want you to leave Darren and be my partner. You will be really happy for the first time in your life. Together we will put together a chain of candy-floss stalls if you want: And I will promise no more spinning around.
‘What took you so long Michelle, Darren is history. Let’s fly.
My apologies, upon receiving feedback about this story, I realise that there is a degree of ambiguity around who is talking to who. However I have left this story as posted: as a warning to myself, of how easy it is to make a mistake and cause confusion. So to use a footballing term, I have given myself a yellow card.
Candy-floss is also known as Cotton-candy.
However one comment I received has reminded me that when a story is being read, the reader may well see something totally different occouring within the story. Something totally different to how the author saw things.