Brenda always spelled out words in her text messages as she intended them to sound. “Written speech is so ambiguous.” She would often say. In real life, the physical, real time form, Brenda spoke a lot with her hands. She used big gestures and large body movements to describe how things made her feel. “Unconscious body language is so ambiguous.” She would often declare.
Tonight was a big night for Maggie and Brenda. It was show week and tonight was the fireworks display. They were going together as two single girls and were hoping the night would result in more than one big bang.
Brenda had bought a new skirt for the night but now she was realising it might be a little bit scandalous if they went on rides. “Oh well,” she mused. “It could be worse.”
Then she rode her bike up the road to pick up Maggie.
When they got to the show Brenda and Maggie ate a dagwood dog. They’d been craving one since the show last year so they didn’t even stop eating when a random boy told them he’d seen the owners behind their caravan scraping mould off old hot dogs. They figured after they’d been dipped in batter and fried most of the germs must surely have been killed. People couldn’t sell food that would make you sick.
After their dagwood dogs, Brenda and Maggie decided to go on a ride. They went on the Alpine Express and Maggie threw up. Because of the G-force it splashed onto a kid behind her and he wasn’t terribly pleased.
After they had visited the port-a-loo’s to tidy up the girls saw a couple of hot guys heading up carnival alley, so they decided to take a stroll up carnival alley. At the very end of the game-riddled, dirt-carpeted lane they reached a giant, spinning game called The Chocolate Wheel. It seemed to be littered with things to win.
“Step right up! Step right up and buy your pretty little self a ticket!” The wheel owner beckoned to Maggie with a long, bendy finger, “Pick a ticket, lucky number- wheel hits number, lady wins a prize! It’s that easy!”
The boys had stopped at the game and were watching Maggie so she said, sexily, “Alright mate, give me 5 tickets.”
Brenda, not wanting to be outdone said, “Double it up. I’ll take ten.”
The boys bought two tickets each and the wheel began to spin.
“Round and round and round she goes,” The wheel owner said. “Where she stops, nobody knows!”
As she watched the wheel spin around Maggie began to feel sick again. But she gulped deeply, closed her eyes, and waited patiently for it to stop. One of the boys apparently thought she had closed her eyes because she couldn’t bear to watch.
“It aint bad, pretty girl.” He stepped up close behind her. “It’s just a number on a spinning wheel.”
Well, that wheel finally slowed its spin and it landed on a number which matched the number on one of Brenda’s tickets. In fact, the 10th ticket of the ten that she had previously purchased was the winner- number 34.
Brenda won a new microwave and in it she cooked two minute noodles late that night for herself and the whispering boy's friend whose name was Timmy.
Brenda’s new microwave caused a house fire that night, unfortunately her dog Poppet was trapped in the flame, but Brenda and Timmy escaped unharmed.
On her way to the chemist the next morning Maggie bought a lottery ticket and she won five million dollars.
“Luck.” Brenda muttered, staring at the charcoal heap that had been her home. “That word is so ambiguous.”
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