Here's one of my random stories I recently wrote, that I thought I'd share. Enjoy
I grabbed his had and pressed my lips and eyes closed. My stomach protested each time the ride hung precariously in mid air. I cracked my eyes as he squeezed my hand reassuringly; I glanced at the people below me, my hair waving in mid air. Ah!!! Not up again, no!
“How the heck did I get persuaded into this terrifying ride?!” I whimpered to the attractive, grinning boy next to me. He laughed outright as we went swooping down backwards. Finally the ride slowed to a stop, and I dropped my head back on the red cushioned seat.
“Man, I knew I despised this ride!” I grinned dizzily at the young man, which I had just realized I didn’t even know.
“Wow, I am really sorry! I…uhh… heh, sorry.” I quickly dropped his hand.
“It’s okay, it happens all the time!” He teased and gave a half smile.
“Why are you on this ride if you hate it so much?” He cocked an eyebrow.
Sheepishly and a little mad, “I was dared.”
“Mmm, that’s the worst.”
I sighed the ride’s butterflies out of my stomach and we both climbed out onto the metal tire print walkway and out of the exit.
He stopped out side the fence, “I’d love to come along with you and be your nerve reliever, but I’ve got some stuff I’ve got to do.”
“Well thanks! And I hope I didn’t hurt your hand to bad.” He looked at his hand,
“We’re good.” He gave me a wave, and we both turned to go.
Now what? I thought. I gazed around at the colorful booths that clustered on the yellow and green splotched grass. Kids screamed on the twirling airplane ride, gold glinting of the small crafts. Parents stood on the spinning Carousel platform, hands on the backs of their small 2 yr olds; the proud horses with wind in their manes, fiery red horses with flared nostrils and turned necks, periwinkle horses with flowers behind their ears and on their pink tails. There were couples holding hands on the Fares Wheel and gazing out over the fairgrounds at the small Oregon town Klamath Falls. Mmm…, what was that smell? I turned in a circle to discover the source. Ah ha, Cotton Candy! Oh shoot! Mom was waiting for me over at the U.S. Cellular booth. But first, some of that cotton candy… I walked up to the booth and got in line behind a father two small daughters in little blue and green sundresses.
“No, I want the blue!” The little girl in green protested, as she frowned, hands on hips, at her opponent (her sister). The older one took charge.
“Okay Abbigale Marie Foster, you listen! I have a blue dress on, right?” Her little sister pouted a slow nod as she stole a look at the dress.
“So I should have the cotton candy that’s blue, shouldn’t I?"
“I guess” she mumbled as her father handed her the cotton candy on a stick. Little Abbigale, walked away with a swirl of blue fluff on a cardboard stick, a triumphant smile and a horrified sister.
“Papa Foster, that was not very nice…” The older sister’s voice died out into the fair concert.
“Hi, what can I get you?” The overly eye lined girl questioned me.
“Hi, uh, I think I’ll get the pink Cotton Candy on a stick.”
“Yeah, coming up.” She drawled, obviously indifferent.
After getting my Cotton Candy I made my way slowly to Moms booth.
Di-dida-lee-da-doo-di-da-lee , my cell phone rang.
“Hello? Yeah Mom, I’m almost there. Any sales? Oh, one guy might buy one? ‘K, I’ll be there in sec. Bye”
Where was Jessamine and Eric? They were the ones that dared me to even go on the Ring of Fire. I only go ten bucks out of the stupid bet, and at the moment I didn’t even have that, ‘cause after the first few spins they realized I wasn’t going to throw-up and they snuck away. Not that they had to be very secretive sneakers, since my eyes were squeezed shut and spinning in their sockets. Man that was really embarrassing; I didn’t even know the poor guy I sat with, he probably thinks I’m really weird! Heh, now that I think about it, he was really nice about it, though. Cutting through the crowd of people wafting back and forth on the hot pavement, I spotted my mom under a US Cellular printed canopy. She was talking to some guy - wait, the guy – Oh no! Mom saw me and motioned for me to come over there. Dragging my feet, I tried to lick off the pink cotton candy from my lips and off my fingers.
“Hey, Hun! Can you get the Razor 201 in Silver from the back?”
I glance at him, smiled and turned to the back of the canopy. The Razor 201, huh? I thought looking at him as I grabbed the new box threw away the Cotton candy stick and headed back. Does he know who I am? I wondered.
Just as I go there,
“Planning on going on anymore rides today?”
Smiling, I handed him the box.
“Maybe. You?”
“I was thinking about it, but I went on a few more rides after you left, and I found I quite enjoyed your company.” His eyes glanced up mischievously from his wallet. I laughed,
“You did, did you? So you want me to permanently damage your hand?” He handed me the bills,
“Something like that.” He reminded me of Michael Buble; he had charismatic looks and mysterious smiles that he let out as though he couldn’t help them. I got side tracked on a display as he put away the change,
“Okay” I said, “We’ll see how long you and your hand lasts.” “When do you stop helping out here?” He asked. I checked one of the display cell phones,
“Around two hours.”
“M’ kay. You want to meet me by the Fares Wheel?” He inquired.
“Yeah, that’ll work. Oh by the way, what’s your name?” I asked.
“George. George Washington.” I snorted and he laughed as he turned.
“See you then!” George Washington tossed over his shoulder.
“Ready?” We handed our tickets to the supervisor and climbed into the #8 seat. The man barred us in and pulled the control handle back. The wheel instantly pulsed backwards and up. And as we slowly descended around the curve the breeze played in my hair and I caught my breath; the sky was a brilliant peach pink and orange, with golden yellow fringing the mountains and a grey/purple backlighting the silver lined clouds.
“So what’s your real name, George Washington?” I asked without breaking my gaze from the view. I turned my head to him when I didn’t hear an answer.
“Uh, sorry, what did you say?” Looking apologetic, he scanned my face.
“I was just wondering what you real name was, unless of course, it really is George Washington.” I repeated.
“It’s Jonah Asher.”
“I like it.” I said matter of factly.
He chuckled,
“Glad you consent!”
Seeing it was my turn at the introduction, I thought, and then snickered to myself. I could tease him and say I’m Brittany Spears. Heh, somehow I think not. He looked puzzled at my quiet snicker.
“I’m Talli Davis.” I held out my hand to shake his. Instead he took it and kissed the top saying,
“Mademoiselle Talli, I’m simply enraptured, so pleased to make your acquaintance.” I played along in a characteristic Pride and Prejudice voice,
“Mousier Asher, you are too kind! I too can hardly believe the circumstances, yet here we are!” He let go of my hand and we altered our voices.
“So, Ms.Davi-“
“Oh, no you don’t! I am Talli and Talli alone! Unless you want to add the middle name, “Marie”.” “Okay. Now that we have the overall scope, what ride next? Maybe the delectable Ring of Fire? I know how much you adore that ride!”
“Are you kidding me?! If you even go near that ride, I’m skid addling!” I added.
“How about the Zipper?” He suggested. I looked at him skeptically,
“As long as you go with me.”
“Don’t worry I’m right behind you, or beside you, or however they position you on that ride.” He laughed, which made me laugh after we stopped chuckling we both observed the various rides until the ride ended. We headed towards the Zipper after that, then the Bumper cars,
the Gravity, Strawberry and last but not least, (at least in his opinion) the Ring of Fire. By the end of the evening I was stuffed with Fair food and dizzy from the rides, but inside sat a happy feeling I hadn’t felt for a while. We walked towards the Fairs entrance gate and walked towards my car.
“Well wad-do-ya-know,” he started “I’m entirely together, even the infamous hand is fully pieced together and sound.” His brilliant russet/jade eyes sparkled a in the fading light.
He opened my car door for me after I unlocked it.
“Good luck, girl. And drive safely, there’re a lot of dumb drunk people out at night.” He
smiled one of those notorious smiles. I got in, but still held the door open,
“Thanks. You’re fun to hang out with.”
“Good.” He said.
We looked at eachother, and for a moment I thought he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted him to, but then he stopped leaning, and he looked into my eyes for a moment more, smiled, and leaned back again.
"It's perfect, I said."
And I think he knew just what I meant.
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