Literature
Candyfloss
Kay speared another rain-soaked chip on the end of her wooden fork, attempting to shake off some of the liquid before dropping it into her mouth. Licking the salt off her lips, she looked up. The ghost train in front of her ground to a halt, the rusting brakes screeching against the metal tracks. A teenage boy and girl stepped out of the car that was far too small for them, both were laughing hysterically.
Scary? Kay asked, swallowing a greasy mouthful.
No, it was crap, the boy smiled, taking a chip from the polystyrene tray.
Sam! Get your own! Kay