Flash Fiction #04: A for Attraction
New Year’s resolutions can be difficult to achieve. The same is true for my writers group’s challenge to write one piece of flash fiction each month. We don’t always hand these pieces in on time (sometimes we even skip a month), but neither of us has given up. We keep going and we keep writing. Because we all have something in common: we want to tell a story. Enjoy!
A Night at the Pier
My friend Stacy said it was the place to be on a Friday night and so I went with her. But once we got to the Santa Monica Pier, everything was as usual.
“No,” Stacy said when I pointed that out. “Because today is the day you’re finally going to ride the rollercoaster.”
I took a step away from her. “I certainly won’t,” I said. “I’m getting a churro.” I turned to walk away, but Stacy grabbed my arm.
“Listen,” she said, “my friend Meghan owed me, so I asked her to bring her brother tonight.”
Stacy grinned back at me. “Yes, and they’ll both be over at the rollercoaster in about 10 minutes. So, what do you say?”
I bit down on my lower lip, glancing over at the rollercoaster. Tiny cars with people were whizzing along the tracks. I swallowed hard. “I guess we should at least say hello, right?”
Jamie and Meghan were indeed waiting for us at the ticket window. Jamie welcomed me with a smile and a “’sup?”. I croaked back a hello.
Stacy bought four tickets and then we were in the queue. I stared up at the steel monster.
“Afraid?” Jamie asked.
I blushed. “No.”
“There’s no need to be,” he said.
The four of us would get on the next ride. The car drew up into the station, some of the passengers were laughing, others looked as if they’d seen a ghost.
“You coming?” Jamie asked. He even held out his hand to me.
One of the passengers getting off the ride laughed. “Man, I felt like I was gonna pee my pants back there!”
“Come on,” Jamie said to me. “You can do it.”
I reached out for his hand and opened my mouth to respond.
But I puked on his new vans instead.