Flash Fiction: Cacti, Sapporo
Jeff Downer, Cacti, Sapporro, 2017.
“Someone, go distract the guards!”
The ground is cold; our time is now. It’s been a couple of years since it’s snowed… it’s also been a couple of years since we’ve been to the park at all. Everything in town is closed today because of the snow. We’re thinking that if we sneak in, circumvent the guards, we’ll be able to ride the Whiplash. The Whiplash is a new rollercoaster – the pride and joy of the Wild West theme park. They say the line takes six hours to get through, but today, we’ll ride it in almost no time at all. Rumors say that the Whiplash goes upside down three times in a row and has more twists and turns than any other coaster in the park.
We wonder what the amusement park did with the rollercoasters when it snowed. Do they lock everything down? Is each car filled with snow? We plan to run the rollercoaster to get all the snow out. Then, we can ride as many times as we want.
