Each child had a favorite carousel horse.
The volunteer fire department call gave few details--just that it was burning. I was soon there with my fellow firefighters, but the conflagration seemed hopeless.
I couldn't bear the thought of those charred miniature corpses, clinging desperately to their noble steeds' necks--fusion of ceramic and flesh in a round sarcophagus. Some horrors are juggernauts; up came my dinner and the bile that followed.
The children all cried when the carousel burned down. I cried, too, because it was closed that evening. I cried for days, otherwise catatonic in gratitude to this universe.
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Gerard DiLeo
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