The Carousel

He watched the carousel spin in its own orbit piping its merry tune; the harmless monotony of its circular motion and gently cascading horses appealed to him.  Heaven forbid the turmoil and plummeting depths of the rollercoaster that writhed like a cut snake behind him.  He took comfort in its pattern and metronomic rhythm; a pace that offered no surprises or challenges.  Enthusiastically he waved at his wife and children as they came around again and again.  The music lilted and rose as the steam whistle blew and the carousel wound down to a stop before two small bundles dashed through the gates and asked for ice-cream.  Catching the squeals of delight from the apex of the first drop of the arched metal track above, he paused and wondered if he dared but try.


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