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Mar. 21st, 2008 08:36 pm"Come on Terry, what a beauty you are..."
The white horse trots round, ribbons in its mane. The rest of the tent is quiet; the show is not for hours. Carefully, and naturally, the girl on the horse stands up on its back, spreading her hands and reaching tall.
Two men enter. One, a scruffy-haired man with patches on his trousers. The other, a businessman in a suit. The girl on the horse grins at the first, looks questioningly at the latter, then leaps off the horse with a somersault and lands in front of them. The second man flinches.
"What's up Jim?" She flicks back her dark curls, which spring wildly around her hair. Jim glances at the stranger with unusual worriedness.
"Carlotta... this is your father."
The white horse trots round, ribbons in its mane. The rest of the tent is quiet; the show is not for hours. Carefully, and naturally, the girl on the horse stands up on its back, spreading her hands and reaching tall.
Two men enter. One, a scruffy-haired man with patches on his trousers. The other, a businessman in a suit. The girl on the horse grins at the first, looks questioningly at the latter, then leaps off the horse with a somersault and lands in front of them. The second man flinches.
"What's up Jim?" She flicks back her dark curls, which spring wildly around her hair. Jim glances at the stranger with unusual worriedness.
"Carlotta... this is your father."
