He hadn’t thought about that day in a long time but watching the brightly light Ferris wheel turning, the memory stirred.
He had been a boy, excited to go on all the rides at the little amusement park. There had been bumper cars, boat swings, a paratrooper and the Ferris wheel with it’s bright yellow cages.
Then sirens wailed, news spread of an nuclear explosion at the power plant and everyone had to leave. He had gotten on to a bus with his family.
‘We’ll be back soon,’ his mother had said, ‘then you can go on the rides.’
But they never returned.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/03/20/22-march-2019/ with thanks)