The day smelt of warm pig dung when we walked towards the Zipper. The ride was old and felt as if it would crumble and kill all on board. We got into the cage, me blushing from this girl. Her ride bracelet, borrowed from a friend, fell from her tan wrist. My beating heart leaped from my crotch to throat.
There was silence.
The man looked at the bracelet then handed it back to her. We went into the sky and kissed.
Ben is a high school student who doesn’t do much other than write stories and play hockey.