Stumbling around after the ride I felt like something in my head had broken. It had round and round so fast it felt like my skull had changed shape and was ready to burst like a shook-up coke can.
And then it was the 50s all of a sudden. A bequiffed man bumped into me and the strong smell of his cigarette brought me round quickly. People started noticing me when I swore loudly and I started to panic, wondering how to get back.
But nothing worked. I waited and here I am hoping I can stop myself from riding.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I can't shake the feeling that I have written something very similar before. Maybe just because I initially write something similar to this before realising and giving up (at 141! Words):
On a roundabout one evening way in my past/sometime in the 90s an older child spun me round and round so many times and I got so dizzy that I have not been able to go round and round or spin in a circle without feeling horribly sick since. One time I even tried a spinning helicopter ride at Dreamland but was sick during and after the ride. I can’t spin on the spot or even tolerate someone else spinning on the spot or walking round and round in circles. I have to frequently ask my son to stop doing so. Something in my head just broke that day. Before then I loved the Galloping Horses, as I called the Carousel, now I can barely stand to look at them and stand well back when my son goes on board.
