by CARRIE MILLS
Rollercoaster by Scott Cresswell | Flickr
The rollercoaster makes its ascent while I enjoy the view, waving down at Jan past Alan’s stupid bald head.
“Look at the view.” I try to lean to the side for a better perspective on how high up we are, but Alan insisted on being on the outside seat, just like when we’re on planes. He always pulls the shutter down, turning on the light to read, in case there’s a glare from a bit of sunshine.
“I don’t feel like making myself feel sick, thank you very much.”
It feels like we’re slowing.
Alan's knuckles are white from squeezing the life out of the bars. “Can we go for a coffee after this? I wore the wrong coat and I’m freezing.”
domo slurpee / Rakka / Flickr
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