From the car we could see the lights flash, red-blue, yellow-orange, white-green like a beacon beckoning us.
We stop, tugging my hand and pointing, Julie says "C'mon Mom, hurry up", I have no chance to hide the bruises.
I look past her pointing finger to the top of the ferris wheel, the carts rocking back and forth, like my memories.
Glancing down at her upturned face, lit with expectation, her gap-tooth smile tugging my heart-strings, we begin our ride
As we go round and round my tears are hidden by the shrieks of our laughter echoing in the night.
This tale represents Five Sentence Fiction, which is disabled this weekend. My long-time friend at glassrocks.blogspot.com and I challenged ourselves to a word prompt. My word prompt is Laughter. Hope you enjoy.