Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Carnival of Lights
The following story is written for Thursday Tales. The inspiring image comes from NineteenCID.
He called my name through the whir of carnival lights. The air smelled of cotton candy and popcorn. He wrapped his arms around me like a sweater. The brisk, autumn air kissed my cheeks.
“Let’s take a ride on those swings,” he smiled. He put his fingers through mine and lifted my hand into the air. When he touched me, I could feel butterflies rise in my stomach. I laughed like a school girl.
We stood in line stealing kisses when I noticed a proposal strung up in neon lights: Will you marry me?
“Who’s the lucky girl,” I laughed, glancing into his dancing eyes.
“I’m looking at her,” he smiled slyly. I fell back in surprise and my mouth flew open. This tipsy, giddy feeling swept over me. His body was the only thing keeping me up.
“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. My quivering lips met his with the answer.
“Just say yes,” he whispered. He knelt carrying a velvet box. My eyes welled up in surprising joy as I hung my arms around his neck.
I felt young, barely five, when I rode with a giddy grin in the carnival of lights.