Yard Sale of Thoughts

Twenty dollars and a toad, I told myself handing over the ticket and locking myself in the creaky metal tub directly below my target. That’s what I’d get if I went through with it. And as we started our shaky climb, I used my legs to swing the Ferris wheel seat wider. I needed to get a good sway going to snag my prize.

“Slow down, Buster.” The attendant called out, but I ignored him, reached out my camera, waited for the perfect arch, and aimed straight down over Luisa’s two perky peaks before letting my photo cloud burst.

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Artwork: Neil Howard