Jellico is a cool name. Evocative, I guess you'd say. I also like the gentle suspense you get out of that pargraph. It makes me think of the opening of Ursula LeGuin's "The Lathe of Heaven".
A cool breeze came out of the north, flapping the tent fringes, kicking up the water. Massive clouds swept overhead. People walked around, pulling sweaters closer around them, turning away from the wind gusts. Sanders stood in the crowd, looking for the people he was supposed to meet: Tom and Lyle and a tall, sad-eyed girl named Slim. Carnival rides lined the shore. There was a ferris wheel, and a merry-go-round and couple other rides, their lights shining in the growing dusk. A band was playing near the ferris wheel. Hundreds of people stood around, listening, eating, shouting to each other over the musical noise. A woman nearby laughed uproariously, almost a scream. She had this glowing, flashing necklace wound around her neck. People were decorating themselves with these things. Sanders thought it wonderfully distracting. The crowd seemed to shimmer: drifting blues and mauves and sea-greens. Sanders was just about to leave when the rain broke.
Bob ;-)
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