The Ferris Wheel
Peter A. Weiss
Copyright © 2017 by Peter Weiss
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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
They didn’t select any girls to approach in the first hour. They saw horses, pigs, lots of cows and chickens, some really neat Harleys and a fleet of John Deere. They even saw prize-winning tomatoes, all varieties, and prize-winning apples, peaches and peppers. Tired of walking, they decided it was time to get on some rides, though what they were actually going to do was check out the groups of girls waiting on the ride lines so they could maybe ride together. Paul didn’t feel like doing rides and said if it was all the same, he’d just sit awhile and listen to the music. He didn’t know if they would meet up again or not, but they set a meeting time for right there at the stage. Of course, they said, if they picked up chicks all bets were off. So much the better, Paul thought.
As they’d walked the grounds, each time they passed a ride booth where tickets were sold, Paul had looked for Lilly. He hadn’t seen her. He wasn’t even sure he would recognize her if he did. Not having seen her didn’t mean she wasn’t there, and since all the rides were the same and in the same place, he surmised it was the same ride company. He’d shrugged his shoulders and told himself the night would unfold, that all secrets would be laid bare.
The first band started after eight-thirty. Paul watched a magic show on for the kids till then. Darkness was full now and the crowds were getting established. Young kids were home readying for sleep, their parents home with them. They had come during the day to avail themselves of the all-you-can-ride special available until four PM. Young teens were out in full force, the young boys looking to get it wet, the young girls hoping to get kissed and maybe give up a little more. These girls were dressed and made up like older girls. Paul always wondered where their mothers were at times like this, but then he’d known a lot of Catholic school girls who left their houses in modest school attire then got to school heavily made up and with their skirts rolled high on their thighs.
Next were the groups of boys and girls like his friends. It was still early for them and a lot of them were busy getting their buzz on. Elliot and the musketeers had done just that, smoked weed and drank beer before Alan drove them over. Paul was in training. No way he was messing up. He was lucky enough that their schedule had afforded him the whole weekend off. Tonight and tomorrow he’d come to the fair and let his bruises and aches heal. Sunday he was working out, and if he and Lilly hit it off, he thought he might see her Sunday night too. If not, he was going to sleep early and working out Monday morning. Tuesday and Wednesday were heavy practices. Thursday started the tapering and fine tuning for the game Saturday.
He sat. He watched the illusions and magic tricks. He took in all around him that he could. He was excited and couldn’t deny it. He was hopeful, anticipatory, and like he did all the time on the field and in his life off the field, he looked up to heaven and prayed to God. He didn’t pray to lose his virginity. He prayed that Lilly was there and they would find each other.
to be continued