“That looks fun. Can we ride daddy?”
“Sure Chelle,” he replied while licking the last of the funnel cakes powdered sugar from his fingers.
“Tickets?” The attendant queried as they approached, handed over two tickets, and took a seat.
They rocketed into the air, twirling about. Chelle screamed with delight as the lights flashed in time with the music.
Daddy screamed too. “Stop this thing! I’m going to be sick!”
The ride sped on however, his words lost in the cacophony of the carnival.
“Are you okay daddy?”
Nodding a blue face, gritting teeth, he prayed for the end.
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