We needed six kids holding two chains
each, and one to start us off.
Big Carl would grab his chain and run
like crazy while our skinny legs struggled to keep up. Muscles screaming, hands
burning, round and round, faster and faster, till Carl yelled ‘Now!’ and we lifted our legs and flew.
I let go once, and my loose chain
took Carl’s tooth out. Skinned knees were nothing compared with the shame.
Thirty years on, Carl’s big heart
gave out. When we wedged our shoulders under his coffin, all six of us were
certain we heard him shout, ‘Now!’
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Douglas M Mckillroy's photo is probably of something much more industrial than a children's ride, but this is how I've interpreted this week's Friday Fictioneers' prompt from Rochelle, our glorious leader. Go to her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ to read other stories from our group.
What glorious weather we're having in England this week! And it's more of a treat because it's a rarity. Needing some photos for a book cover was my excuse to take the day off and get the bus to Brighton, where I managed to squeeze in lunch, a bit of shopping, and a stroll along the seafront with an icecream in my hand. The kids' rides on Brighton Pier might have influenced my choice of story!
