“Take a ride on The Magic Swing Carousel,” hawked the ride operator. We handed over our tickets and sat back into the chair. We spun around getting higher and higher off the ground. We hadn’t been on the chair swing ride since we were young high school sweethearts. “Remember?” my husband said. I nodded as he held my hand.
Something strange was happening. We were going up and up until…we were floating through a tunnel of stars toward a beautiful light. It felt so loving and peaceful. Welcome home.
My contribution for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the charming Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Interesting image by Ted Strutz. Follow the link to join in.