This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
There was fun and laughter… excitement and jolly rides. It was the place to be at. I missed my bus. I was late.
The place to be… I stand looking for my wife and daughter.
The amusement park now a scene of chaos and confusion… bodies lay on the grass.
I look at… a photo of theirs… I cannot understand what is shaking vigorously — the photo or my hands or the earth. My photo gets moist without any rain. The sun is hot but my tears have filled me with an iciness. I stand. There is no fun and laughter.