The Amusement Park
“Come along Granny! Let’s ride the Columbus.”
“No dear! I can’t handle so much excitement.”
“Then let’s go for a gentle train ride on Piggy.” Lilly offered.
“No darling. I’ll just sit here and watch the fun. Go on now.”
Great! Now even your granddaughter pities you.
Just because you lost your husband.
To another woman.
Your own sister.
And now Death had taken them both.
“Granny! You are missing all the fun!”
Snehlata waved to her granddaughter.
She knew how it worked.
A gentle swing at first, a slow build up and then an earthshaking stomach heaving nerve wracking swing from one end of the horizon to the other – relentlessly, over and over again.
Just like it had for the past three decades.
Pity that her best ride had been also been her last.
Switching her sister’s insulin injection and then parading as her ghost had been an exhilarating experience.
But those days were behind her.
It was time for a Piggy ride.
“Hello Ramesh. How’s your wife?”
“She’s bedridden, dependent and cranky as hell.”
“I am so sorry to hear that. Do you think she might like me to visit?”
Perhaps one last roller coaster ride…
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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