@Ted Strutz

Up and away we go round and round. Below they watch as we fly up into the sky. Are they happy with us or waiting for disaster?  Isn’t everyone waiting for disaster?  Tick tock. Tick tock. Time doesn’t wait.

I see him. He is there with steely eyes and hardened heart. No joy. Just killjoy. He stands tall dreaming of all that will go wrong. That confidence in evil tinges the air stifling it even up there. There’s a path out so as to not be tainted by that killjoy. Can she take it? The ride ends, the path awaits.