Gemotions

A chill wind whipped through the abandoned carnival grounds, swirling the dust and dried leaves around her ankles. She stood before the Ferris wheel, its rusted skeleton a stark contrast to the bright, joyful memories of her youth. It was here, amongst the flashing lights and thrilling rides, that she and Ben had sworn eternal friendship.

"Do you recall the summer we snuck into the Haunted House?" She asked. Ben stared at her blankly, then shrugged, looking at his watch. "Doesn't ring a bell."

The creaking of the Ferris wheel grated on her nerves. She wanted to yell at him. To make him see. She turned away, the wind tearing at her hair, and began to slowly walk.