Roller Coaster Pitch 2

"Ha", I said, "you're the Evil Editor. I've sent you five perfectly acceptable manuscripts in the last five years and you've passed on them all. I have a new tale here, red-hot".

He tried to duck out but the electronic harness pinned him to his seat. Trundling up the moderately steep incline, both our knuckles were white. I couldn't say what I wanted; I was laughing too much.

We stopped at the top, the people at ground level now unrecognisable.

He stared straight ahead, a bead of sweat trickling...