The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Elaine Pascale
“The best part is when you get it to hang upside down. You got to really rock it at the top. Swing it over.” Henry pointed to the top passenger car of the Ferris wheel which was little more than a bucket bolted on by a solitary steel arm. “You can make it twist and turn and roll over in the clouds.”
“We are not going to do that, right?” Jonah hated heights. He did not want to go on any of the rides, but Henry could be very convincing. He had promised Jonah that they could kiss at the top, when no one could see them, and that was all the incentive needed.
“You can see…” Henry’s voice quieted.
Jonah mentally filled in the rest of the sentence. Henry’s dad had died of cancer, possibly contracted through his work at the factory. From the top of the ride, the factory was in plain view.
“One day, I will figure out how to make that little cab soar. Just fly off from the highest point.”
“And go where?”
Henry looked at Jonah as if they were speaking two different languages. “It’s called Kamikaze for a reason.”
Many kisses and as many years later, Jonah had nearly forgotten about Henry until he had gone to the carnival with a date who promised him more than kisses. Jonah recognized the man running the Ferris wheel, even though his soft lips were now covered with a bushy beard and the cap he wore shadowed his face.
While his date boarded the ride, Jonah stayed behind to talk to Henry.
“You never liked the ride,” Henry smiled. “Guess it says something about your date that I was able to coax you into that cab and he can’t.”
“If I remember, you wanted me to swing it upside down.”
“Did you ever figure out how to make it soar?” Jonah flirted.
Henry leaned in, giving Jonah a quick kiss. “We have come full circle now, that big old wheel and me.” He looked up at the top cab. “It’s called Kamikaze for a reason.”
Jonah was puzzled until the following day; news broke about an accident at the factory. The broadcasters said that an unidentified assailant loaded a small metal pod with explosives and managed to ride it into the building during an owner’s meeting. While little was known about the incident, Jonah understood it all.
Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of Pixaby.com
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