JUNGLE RIDE - A Story in 100 words

 JUNGLE  RIDE

“Mum, can we go on the Jungle ride?”

The painted scenery was full of smiling monkeys, bright parrots and unlikely flowers, the carriages child-sized. Not one of those rides where she’d have to hold their hands and pretend she wasn’t scared too. Belinda paid the man, waved them through the palm-frond curtain, and went to buy a latte.

She was only gone two minutes, but when she returned the ride was shut and silent, the carriages empty. She read the notice pinned to the scenery.

Jungle Drop

No responsibility taken for any loss.

Then she heard the roar.

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A mother's nightmare - sorry! This week's story is pure fiction, prompted by Alicia Jamtoas' photograph on Rochelle's blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/

Have you noticed how we have nothing to talk about at the moment? Once the usual questions are done - 'Are you well?' and 'Have you had your jab?' - the conversation falters. Not surprising really, as nothing else is happening. We can't make plans, even to join friends for a coffee or a beer. Holidays are off the cards too, unless one is prepared to endure ten days in an airport hotel when coming home. So we hunker down, wrap up against the bitter cold, read, eat and watch TV. 

Those of us who write can escape into the worlds we create, and if you fancy a trip to my imaginary world, the last book in my Living Rock series is out on Amazon - click on the cover image at the top of this page to access it, and the first three books as well.