Take it as you will, here’s my contribution to Friday Fiction this week. Our photo is from Ted Strutz and reminds me of an old prompt, but I can’t find it now, so maybe I dreamt it…
“I always liked the carousel,” said Jo, as they stood waving, at regular intervals, to their passing sons.
“But all it does is go round and round,” Lucy sighed. “It doesn’t go anywhere.” Much like life, she almost added. “It’s the most boring ride at the whole fair.”
“Even the ones that seem to go somewhere finish near the start,” Jo smiled. “The trick is to enjoy the view.”
The boys passed by again, hands in the air, smiles on their faces. The whole world spread out below, like they could reach out and grab it as they flew.