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Ferris Wheel (flash fiction)

September 10, 2012

Ferris wheel in puddles

That rainy day in the park when they walked hand in hand, and she noticed the Ferris wheel above the tops of the trees, and then she saw the reflection of the wheel in the puddles and said, “C’mon, let’s go, I haven’t been on one of those in ages,” and they got in line for tickets with the infinity of waiting and looking up at the people already on the wheel going around and around and looking at other people in line and looking at people passing them, just passing time, and she grew more excited the closer they moved to the front of the line, finally getting to their turn to board a compartment, with her saying that she had never been on a Ferris wheel this big, big enough to have compartments instead of seats in which two people squeeze in together, the chair swiveling as you rotated—dual and sometimes unnerving movements—and she was thankful for those times when a nice friend was with her because one time a kid in—she couldn’t remember exactly—maybe it was sixth grade, well he kicked out his legs and made the chair swivel, and she grew worried, asking him politely to stop at first but that only egged him on, the chair swiveling more vigorously, and her voice became firmer and firmer, eventually building to a yell, just yelling at him to stop, this guy next to her, right in his ear, and then he finally muttered, “All right, geez, you don’t have to be so crazy about it.” “No, this one is nothing like that one,” he said, “much calmer.” Her eyes settled on him, and her eyes glittered like the spokes of the big wheel and as he watched her, he thought of her as a child, racing through parks and splashing in puddles and standing her ground against the rude kid who rode on the Ferris wheel with her.

copyright Dave Williams

One Comment leave one →
  1. September 10, 2012 11:31 am

    Love the story…and my what a perfect photo to enhance it.

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