The sun beams down hot and bright on the carousel and the entire crowded riverside Sunday. Families huddle beneath the scant shade of scattered trees, eating artisanal pulled pork sandwiches, fish tacos, and shaved ice drowned in hibiscus and rhubarb syrup.
The small woman with the pinched expression carrying an umbrella to keep the sun off is shouting in a high pitched voice less panicked than annoyed. Her daughter (soon to return, dragged back to the fold by a harried looking man I presume to be her father) got bored sitting watching her mother eat and simply wandered down to look at the water, just to get away for a minute.
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