Bull's-Eye

Bull's-Eye Copyright © 2010, all rights reserved, by Ken West

How it happened he didn’t know. But, it did. Bull’s-eye. He hit the damn Bull’s-eye! All of a sudden his luck had changed.


The lights of the carnival blinked and bobbed all the colors of the rainbow. A calliope chimed out semi-sweet carnival noises. The smell of popcorn, Italian sausages, peppers, onions, hot dogs, candied apples and cotton candy all sought his attention.


“You gets your choice of any prize displayed,” said the carnival barker impatiently. He didn't sound very happy.


The guy who hit the bulls-eye looked over all the prizes. “I’ll take the big pink bunny with the blue bow-tie, the one way up on the top shelf.”

 The carnival barker looked disgusted. It was his biggest prize. No one ever hit the bull’s-eye on the first shot. But someone finally did. Now he had to give away the big pink bunny.



He reached to the top shelf and jerked it down, none too gently.
“OK, Bull’s-Eye,” he said, “Here’s your damn prize.”  He turned his back on the guy, shaking his head in disgust.



Ken West is the author of Get What You Want, available worldwide on Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/0982577702.