I wriggle my fingers against his palm because I can’t believe it’s real. Can I nestle my head on his shoulder during a roller coaster ride? Does this mean we’re going steady?
The cars pull up and we’re still touching as we step closer, our turn next. I sit down and before I know it, abracadabra he’s gone, and the attendant buckles a kid who’s already crying in the space beside me, snot on her chin, and I look around wildly, desperate to correct the mistake, but he’s gone.
We race along the wooden tracks clunk-ka-clunk and I think I see him at the snack bar, laughing with those boys from school, but from this dizzying height I can’t be sure.
Prompt #17 involved choosing five words from a FlashFlood story.
Source text: 'Coriolis Effect' by Mikki Aronoff
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