The Longest Night Before the Fair

Tomorrow was the Cove Fair.

Sunny had helped build it all day. She'd hung the bunting. She'd carried the honey table, one end of it. She'd painted a number on every crab for the crab race, and the crabs had let her, mostly.

Now it was dark. The fair field waited beyond the rock pools, quiet as a held breath.

All Sunny had to do was sleep.

That was all.