“You riding alone?”
Nicki looked along the line to the man towering over the ride attendant.
“Indeed” he replied.
She watched as he folded himself into the carriage, his movement like liquid. The ghoulish siren wailed and the man was carried inside.
“What?” Annie asked, beside her.
More carriages departed before she and Annie were squeezed together in their own. They trundled forward as a shout rang out,
“Hey, who let an empty carriage go in? The queue is massive!”
Nicki span around knowing. No one did.
“Wait. No wait!” She cried.
The siren cried louder and the doors closed.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.
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pssst…. I wrote another one. In fact, I wrote this first – on Wednesday – and rejected it. I’ve just come across it and rather than delete it I’ll just leave it here…
Katie carefully lifted the miniature roundabout out of the final box.
“It’s here” she breathed.
Placing it gently on a table in the middle of the attic, she grasped its centre and twisted. A storm of dust danced into the sunlight.
“I knew Mum wouldn’t have thrown it away. She knew I loved it”
“We loved it” Megan corrected her.
“No, you…” She let it go. “Go on then… you can wind it” she offered Megan.
The music tinkled its tune.
“Like crystal bells in the hands of fairies” they repeated in unison and smiled.