On the other side of the funfair, noisy bumper cars playfully bashed against each other with the aim to bring joy to its users. Smash; bang; clash is what children heard mixed in with the giggles of the people inside the cars. The cars fought against each other like Japanese fighter fish.
Dazzling Japanese fighter fish were found at the game stalls. Children were eager to play and have a go at winning one of these fish. The workers smiled as they watched the young children throw the rough coconuts at the rusted cans; trying to knock them over. Unsuccessful, they would walk away while the workers would shout at passers to have a go at winning the poorly made prizes.
Next to the game stalls, was a worn carousel. The paint, that was once vibrant and the eye catcher of the funfair, was now a faded pale colour. The neck, where once had the unique names of each horse, was scratched from the many times children would cling onto the head so that they did not fall off. Each time the carousel was put into action, it would creak because it had been used so many times. However, the children did not seem to care about it. They would still happily jump onto the horse and wave at their parents as they went round. The horses’ eyes would stare at nothing.
Behind all the hustle and bustle, children waited in a line for a taste of the world’s tastiest candyfloss. Trying to serve all the customers, the worker had candyfloss fluff all over her like a feather. One girl finally got her piece of cotton candy. It was so fluffy that it looked like the worker had taken it from the clouds. She grabbed a small piece of the pink cloud and put it into her mouth. The taste of sweetness melted in her mouth; a smile as big as the universe grew on her face.
Alone, in the corner of the funfair, sat a fortune teller; he hadn’t been used for a while because it was old. However, a little boy ran up to the box and inserted a rusty 10p. The fortune teller rolled into action and printed off a fortune for the boy to carefully pick up. The boy’s smile turned to an expression of fear. He ran away crying to his mum in fear the fortune teller’s prediction came true. Once again, the fortune teller sat alone.
The day had gone past as quick as a flash. The rides came to a halt and the wave of visitors and workers headed out of the funfair leaving the air was heavy with the smell of burnt sausages.
