The Carnival (Southern Gothic Flair)
Summer had arrived in bayou country. The weather was humid and hot with no sign of relief in sight. Overnight, in a small town that did not even have business being on a map, The Jubilee Traveling Revival rolled into town. A small carnival no one had seen before. Rusted rides creaked in humid midnight air. Gospel music drifted from somewhere it shouldn’t be, faint and worn like from an antique device. It smelled like spun candy, blood, sweat, cheap...