100 Words or Les Nessman: Goes to the Fair!

A breeze, thick with hay and elephant ears, whipped about our jeans. We stepped into the cage and sat hip to hip, holding our breath. The restraining bar came down hard on top of our legs and head over heels we were flung into the night. 

The carney knew he had a couple of screamers and put the hammer down. The carney didn’t know my wife’s congenital birth defect made her unusually susceptible to concussion injuries and encephalitis. In a month she would be unable to walk to the mailbox.

Hoarse and dizzy, we kissed after we rode The Zipper.