Photo by Elise VanCise 2011
The Ferris wheel turned the car slowly skyward. His hands gripped the safety bar until his knuckles turned white. Heights were not his thing. The best he could handle was changing a light bulb. Now here he sat on a bench climbing up above the highest roof top he could see.
He tried to just look straight ahead but that wasn't working. His line of vision kept changing. Closing his eyes made him feel woozy with the gentle rhythmic swing of the car and the sensation...
Published on April 29, 2011 10:25