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Friday, March 27, 2009

Thrill Ride

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
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Suggested prompt..
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Include a roller coaster in your writing today.



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"Take a letter, Maria. Address it to my wife. Say I won't be coming home, got to start a new life."

"Yes sir."

Maria's hand hovered above the parchment for a lengthy sigh. She could not decide the best way to end things for Senor Lopez and Cecelia. She was, after all, Senora Lopez' sister. They had so many happy memories together - ah! With that, she wrote.

Dearest Hermana,

Do you remember when we were so very young and a couple of alborotadoras getting in constant danger? Well, I do. I remember that one summer we snuck into the fair to ride the rollercoaster because we were too pequena to ride? We were, what, five and seven? Ah, mi amor, we did not know that to run teh ride we needed someone else and so we took turns. You, being mi mejor hermana you got to go first and I pulled up a box and pressed that big green button and you flew so fast. Do you remember?

I was crying because I thought I would never see you again. Dios mio, I thought I had killed you and lost you forever. But then that train pulled back in and you were so red and so smiling, un grande grin indeed! I asked you how it was but the flashlights and the guarddogs came and they chased us from the park and you couldn't tell me until after we were safe in bed.

And you whispered to me, so suave and soothing and you told me how you were so scared at first. But the excitement at the top looking down on the whole world was too much and you felt like your entire heart would burst and scream from you. A mi corazon beat so fast too then in jealousy and joy.

Do you remember then, my sister, mi amor, ten years later when you first fell in love with Carlos? You told me in teh same hushed whispers what that first kiss was like. And when you were married five years later you described your beating heart in the same fashion. Ah my dear, I again, I was always so jealous of you. And now, I am afraid to tell you the truth of this monstruo verde in my heart.

But it is my turn to ride the train, and Carlos wants to sit with me.

Tristamenta Yours,
Maria

~ Sarah




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6 comments:

Crazy Mo said...

Do you take this man
to ride with you through life,
through all the ups and downs
the lows and highs?

To chug up the hills and
rush down with terrifying speed.
To take the hairpin curves and
the corkscrew turns.

To hold hands high in the air.
To scream and yell and laugh.
To ride in fair weather.
And still ride despite the rain.

Do you take this man
to be your partner on this ride of life?

I do.
With all my heart I do.

Laura Jayne said...

LOVE this Crazy Mo!!!

Sarah said...

"Take a letter, Maria. Address it to my wife. Say I won't be coming home, got to start a new life."

"Yes sir."

Maria's hand hovered above the parchment for a lengthy sigh. She could not decide the best way to end things for Senor Lopez and Cecelia. She was, after all, Senora Lopez' sister. They had so many happy memories together - ah! With that, she wrote.

Dearest Hermana,

Do you remember when we were so very young and a couple of alborotadoras getting in constant danger? Well, I do. I remember that one summer we snuck into the fair to ride the rollercoaster because we were too pequena to ride? We were, what, five and seven? Ah, mi amor, we did not know that to run teh ride we needed someone else and so we took turns. You, being mi mejor hermana you got to go first and I pulled up a box and pressed that big green button and you flew so fast. Do you remember?

I was crying because I thought I would never see you again. Dios mio, I thought I had killed you and lost you forever. But then that train pulled back in and you were so red and so smiling, un grande grin indeed! I asked you how it was but the flashlights and the guarddogs came and they chased us from the park and you couldn't tell me until after we were safe in bed.

And you whispered to me, so suave and soothing and you told me how you were so scared at first. But the excitement at the top looking down on the whole world was too much and you felt like your entire heart would burst and scream from you. A mi corazon beat so fast too then in jealousy and joy.

Do you remember then, my sister, mi amor, ten years later when you first fell in love with Carlos? You told me in teh same hushed whispers what that first kiss was like. And when you were married five years later you described your beating heart in the same fashion. Ah my dear, I again, I was always so jealous of you. And now, I am afraid to tell you the truth of this monstruo verde in my heart.

But it is my turn to ride the train, and Carlos wants to sit with me.

Tristamenta Yours,
Maria


***apologies to R.B. Greaves***

Anonymous said...

Ever since the accident, Alexa couldn't stand to go fast. She needed control and for that she walked or rode her bike every where.
But some how she missed rollercoasters. She couldn't understand it and so kept it to herself. All her friends knew her terror of speed- Alexa wouldn't even play racecar videogames. Yet she yearned for the quick, carening turns and sudden drops. The slow climb would seem like tourture if her fears would ever allow her to get into one of the cars.
One morning Alexa's routine walk wound its way to the theme park. She could see the track rising and dipping over the other rides. Her heart was screaming to see the view from the top. So very carefully she climbed the chain link fence. Not a soul haunted the parking lot that stretched beneath her.
It was like a dream weaving through the empty fairground. But all her energy focused on the roller coaster when she found her way to it. She couldn't make herself get into one of the cars even if she could turn it on. She would walk the track. There was a narrow foot path and railing for workmen which she used to climb to the top of the first hill. She felt more calm than she had in months. Looking at the rollercoaster below her she realized she couldn't control the turns her life would take, but she could do her best to stay on track. As if my magic the coaster's tiny orange lights sprang to life at her feet, brightening her path. Over her shoulder she could see that someone at the operators booth had turned them on. Alexa finished walking the track and came back to the docking platform.
It was empty.

a girl said...

Waiting
Waiting for the rollercoaster today
Waiting for the rollercoaster to embark the thrill of a lifetime, is what is said
Waiting
Waiting in line for so long that I have timed the rollercoaster
15 seconds to take you to the highest point and than the drop
17 more seconds of tossing and turning and the rollercoaster ride is done
Waiting
Waiting all this time
Isn't so bad after all

Crazy Mo said...

@Laura Jayne ... thanks for that! I gave you a shout out @ http://thosevoices.blogspot.com/2009/04/coaster-vows.html