Caricature
The street fair seemed like a cute idea. It was that kind of neighborhood, the suburbia of green lawns, cats, dogs and kids. I strolled aimlessly through the crowds, basking in the warm ambiance and doing my best to forget Jeff. Being on my own wasn't turning out to be a cakewalk, but it was infinitely better than continued pandering to his whining indecisiveness and adolescent behavior. I hadn't been planning to actually buy anything, but the sign caught my eye. "Caricatures!" it...