PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Mum lifts Danny onto the seat, the Umbrella car giddy under his weight.
‘Will you come?’ He isn’t scared, but Mum’s been sad for so long and fairground rides make everyone smile.
She shakes her head, tells him to hold the bar in front but he’s old enough to know that. The car moves – loud music shakes the air in his ears. Mum has already turned, her bubble gum pink coat a spot of colour growing smaller. When the ride has turned once, the pink has gone.
This is what Danny tells the police lady when she comes.