Roller-coaster: Friday Fictioneers


I remember the first time I saw the roller-coaster. I was scared – terrified even. You asked me to face my fears. You sat next to me and held my hand. I closed my eyes as the roller-coaster started its ascent. You stroked my hair and told me to open them. You said that by closing one’s eyes, the fear wouldn’t go away. You promised that you’d always be with me as I face my fears. I hope you are proud of me now, ma. I just hope you’d be with me once I get back home to face my new mother.

Written in response to the picture prompt provided by J. Hardy Carroll for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Please read other entries here.


27 thoughts on “Roller-coaster: Friday Fictioneers

  1. You’ve come up with a most evocative piece here. Is his mother dead? Was he conjuring up her memory? Or is there a divorce, and he has to go back to his dad and a new wife?


  2. You’ve given us a very realistic story, Varad. A child might very well summon up the memory of a loved and trusted parent to give them the courage to face a new challenge. A wistful, but not unhopeful tale.


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