I stood watching the tall swings going round and round. I just watched. White knuckles. Heart racing. Panic. I just watched.
“Employees ride for free! Just show your ID!” I knew it was a free ride. I had been on every ride in the park but that one.
When I was 10, I had been in line to ride such a thing, then it broke. Utter chaos followed. Screaming, crying, things falling from the sky. Sirens. It had taken me a long time to return to a carnival, longer to get on a ride. This one was not going to happen.
Word count: 100
This post is part of Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer blog hop. Each week she gives a photo prompt and challenges readers to respond to the prompt in 100 words. Give it a try. It’s fun! You can find Rochelle’s post here.