The Small Town Fair

A girl’s familiar laughter drew my gaze to the ring toss booth. There she stood—Sarah,

the girl who vanished from my life eight years ago. My heart thudded, caught between shock

and a flood of memories. She hadn’t changed much; but why was she here, back in this small

town? Questions buzzed around my mind like relentless bees. A voice broke through—it

was Mr. Thompson, the fair’s organizer, beckoning us over. "Sarah needs help running the ring

toss booth," he said. My stomach tightened as I realized we had been assigned

alongside each other. As we worked side by side, our hands brushed while passing rings

and prizes, igniting sparks of an old connection. Yet beneath those smiles lingered