“Hold on tight!” Adam cried over the din, one hand clasped tightly around a bar, and the other gripping the wrist of Little Ava.
Ava screamed, although her tiny voice was carried by the cacophony around her. She pulled herself along the seat and grabbed a tight hold onto Adam.
The day had started fine. The weather good… the skies clear. The funfair opened at 11:00, and by 11:15 they were both clambering into their seat on the ‘Twister’ cyclone ride.
It was then when the weather changed. The sky blackened, and the winds got up, ripping through the fair, tearing down flagpoles and bunting.
The first time Adam realised their carriage had left the ride was when a couple of planters and a handbag flew past them, followed by another carriage and the roof of the ride.
Gracefully, everything was dumped out of the tornado in one place: in a country manor’s garden, by a wooden deck. Adam clambered out of the carriage carrying Ava, carefully.
“Again! Again!!!” Ava pleaded, laughing.
“Not right now,” Adam said, more concerned with how they were going to get home.
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The Unicorn Challenge… a challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr , to write something up to 250 words based on a photo provided by them.
For some reason, when I saw the photo, I didn’t see the street in the background, and did see a wooden decking… the other elements managed to get into the story unchanged!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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