punched me, then used a tool from the dodgems and poked my eyes out. Sally was screaming as they frogmarched her away. Years later, Old Pikey died, and Sally tracked me down. She had sold the fair and came to live with our son, yes, John, you, and my mum.'

 

A burst of applause shattered the silence.

 

An old man wondered what all the noise was. Why were the people in his room? And who was sitting on his bed?

 

The END

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