English Coursework 1

Personal Writing - Fiction

Fair Game

The heat of July smiled on Billy, as he presented the small boy with his last ball. The simple sphere was very smooth and extremely hard. It was bursting with energy: just yearning to be launched. He observed the innocent child’s eyes narrow in concentration. The nervous coconuts at the end of the tent seemed to quiver in apprehension on their pathetic poles; the boy raised his arm unforgivingly behind his head. He paused; the coconuts shut their eyes in terror. Suddenly, the boy whipped his arm forward and the solid projectile screamed through the air and annihilated the brown shell that was dead centre.

The boy leapt up in ecstasy and hooted with joy. Billy loved watching people win. There was something about the coconut shy that always made them jump; probably the waste of tuppence if they missed. He loved it too. As the contented boy strolled toward the next stall, Billy remembered himself twenty years ago. Since he was a boy he had played the coconuts on that stall. He would never have imagined he would grow up to run the entire fair.

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The handsome boys and pretty girls with sixpences clutched in their hands ran around excitedly in herds, chattering from stall to stall. All the stalls and side-shows were arranged beautifully by Billy on the village green and at the centre of the fair was his pride and joy: the shining carrousel.

The people buzzed about on the glorious summer Sunday afternoon. The daffodils swayed to the carrousel’s pipe music as it revolved merrily to its own tune; the soft village lawn beneath Billy’s feet was glowing green and brimming with buttercups; and furry bumblebees droned about from flower ...

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