Mom took us kids in the station wagon to the
church bazaar. Homemade women’s goods for
sale; boring cross-stitched aprons, jars of choke-
cherry syrup, crocheted doilies as fine as snowflakes.
A long table with lemon meringue pies and scratch
yellow cakes with chocolate frosting lined up for
the cakewalk. I walked past game booths, a ring toss
with holy card prizes, all the way to the booth where
I was sure to win. Go fish, a white sheet hung
across the booth, construction paper fish randomly
pinned to it. I traded my only nickel for a fishing
pole with cotton string, a clothespin tied to the end.
I cast over the curtain on the second try, holding
my breath until the string jerked twice. I retrieved a
doll-sized tea set with silly flowers. The boy next
to me was equally unhappy with his plastic horse.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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