The ferris wheel

 

ferris-wheel

They say that some nights, if you stand downwind, you can hear the screams of those children who never went home from the fair.

It happened way back in the ‘forties. The first time, it seemed like a tragic mishap; the second, a terrible coincidence.

All the same, word got around, and kids were too frightened to ride on that ferris wheel. The proprietor swore that all the bolts were tightened, but people were still scared. Teenagers woud dare each other to try it, and the bravest of them paid their money and climbed on board, alighting safely at the end of the ride.

After a while confidence picked up, and a couple of ten-year olds went on it. The car broke away and crashed to the ground, like the other times. One boy was killed instantly; the other died later from his injuries, bringing the number of fatalities to eight.

A journalist had been following the story, digging up dirt. Turned out the ferris wheel guy had lost a son. This lad had foolishly climbed the big wheel, to the top. He lost his footing and fell, breaking his neck.

The journalist reckoned the father was reeking his vengence on innocent children. He alerted the police. An enquiry began. The day the police went to the fair to arrest the man, he scaled the wheel, and leapt to his death.

They say that some nights, if you creep closer to the sound of screaming children, and look up at that rusting car, right at the top, you may see a misty man sitting in it, hugging a wispy young boy close, expressions of love and joy written across both of their faces.

Written for Michelle’s Photo fiction #59

©Jane Paterson Basil

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22 thoughts on “The ferris wheel

    1. Thank you Michelle. You chose a gorgeous image, and I intended to do something lovely with it, but all those ghosts popped up instead. I don’t know why photo fiction brings out the monster in me.

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      1. None of those for me. I tried a rather sedate tea cup ride thingy years ago and got so sick !! I have been on a ferris wheel, which was awfully brave of me as I am terrified of heights. And once we took the kids on a ride that traversed the show grounds about 20 feet above ground. That too was very sedate. Christopher was next to me in the car saying “Mummy, we’re going to DIE!!!!” So I had to be brave and reassuring – inside I was saying “Yes, but at least we’ll all be together….” Obviously we survived… 🙂

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