Creative Dumping Ground #12

Hey everybody, I hope you’ve been having an awesome week!

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been in a creative mood lately, and so I’ve been doing a lot more creative writing. The post for today is a sort of continuation of that creative streak; I was writing these with a story in mind.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, check out Creative Dumping Ground #11.

Anyways, here’s part 2, I hope you enjoy!

black and white roller coaster
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The neon green, steel roller coaster was simply a black silhouette against the flaming orange sunset behind it. The little boy ran towards the roller coaster, a tub of half eaten popcorn in one hand while the other pumped at his side.

He knew if he was late again, his brother would leave him behind.

At least, that’s what his brother says. The little boy wasn’t so sure their parents would be happy about that, but the little boy was not willing to test that theory.

As he neared the boarding station for the roller coaster, he saw his brother standing with his back to the boy, staring at the sunset. The boy finally reached his brother, dropping he popcorn tub on the ground as he caught his breath.

Without looking at him, his brother says, “You made it right on time.”

The boy continues panting, unable to answer. Finally, his brother spares him a glance, then directs his gaze at the little popcorn pieces littering the ground.

“You need to clean that up and throw it away. Here,” he hands his brother a dustpan and hand broom from behind the station, “Use this.” The little boy obliges, and after he sweeps up the popcorn, dumps it in the nearest trashcan. When he’s finished, his brother remarks, “Nice sunset, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we’ll see it again tomorrow.”

“I’m coming here again?”

“Unless mom and dad can find you a babysitter, then yeah.”

“But, I wanna go to the beach,” the little boy whines.

“You know, most kids your age would love to be able to spend an entire summer at an amusement park, just hanging out.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The little boy says nothing after that, and the brother takes his silence as a sign of acceptance and heads out of the park, the little boy trailing after him.

All the little boy wanted to do was go to the beach, and if his family won’t take him, then he’ll find a way there himself. He takes on last look at the sun setting behind the trees and rides in the park, until his brother grabs his arm and yanks him towards the car.

 

Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a great weekend!

-Erin 🙂

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