A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

"Go ahead and have some fun," Norton told Mavis, stepping aside.

"Okay," Mavis replied, making her way to the booth.

The stall owner visibly relaxed. He'd been sweating bullets while Norton played. If Norton kept going, he'd probably clean out the whole place. At least with a girl, the guy thought, there was nothing to worry about. No way she'd have the same aim.

He plopped down on his folding chair with a sigh.

But a couple of people in the crowd nudged each other, whispering loud enough for others to hear. Some had seen Mavis at another booth earlier, and she'd been a total sharpshooter there too.

People who were about to wander off paused, curiosity piqued.

"Wait, isn't that the same girl from the ring toss? She didn't miss a single shot!"

"Yeah, I remember! She won that huge teddy bear and gave it to some little kid. I was jealous, honestly."

"That's her! I'm positive!"

"Wow, she's really something!"

the hook. He has no idea what's coming!" "He's so

eyes flitting

owner.

knew what they were doing. These carnival guns were rigged anyway, no way she'd be as accurate as Norton. And she was a girl, no offense, but hardly any girls were ever that

and went back

Mavis took her

her. Must be a fluke, he thought. No

like she'd done at the last stall. The crowd gasped and cheered, and the color drained from the owner's

of marksmanship? He could go a whole year without seeing anyone

Unreal!

his head how many prizes they could win, how much he'd

"Holy smokes!"

"She's incredible!"

nailing every shot! He's gonna lose

sharpshooters in

give out. He might

bad for the guy.