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Hello! Welcome to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week I will post an image I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the image. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from Grace Ho on Unsplash.

The image depicts a swing ride in colors of bright yellow, blue, and red. There are people in many of the swings, riding the ride. Behind the swing ride, we see a white Ferris wheel with blue bucket seats. The background is blue sky with a few clouds.

Echoes of the Carousel

In the heart of the carnival, where laughter and excitement intertwined with the scent of popcorn and cotton candy, there stood a carousel. Its painted horses danced in circles to the tune of forgotten melodies, their wooden manes catching the vibrant hues of the setting sun.

Among the cheerful chaos of the fairgrounds, there was a certain swing ride that held a mysterious allure. Its bright colors beckoned to the daring souls. Promising thrills beyond the mundane world. But whispers lingered among the carnival folk, tales of strange occurrences under the shadow of the swinging seats.

It was on a dusky evening, when the last rays of daylight kissed the horizon, that Mia found herself drawn to the enigmatic ride. Despite the warnings that echoed in her mind. She climbed into one of the empty swings. Her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity.

As the ride began its gentle ascent, Mia felt a chill creeping up her spine. The laughter of the other riders faded into the background, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to swallow the world whole. With each swing, the air grew heavier, laden with the weight of unseen eyes watching from the shadows.

Suddenly, the carousel’s music ceased, leaving only the sound of creaking chains and the rustle of leaves in the wind. Mia’s swing slowed to a stop, leaving her suspended in mid-air, alone in the twilight gloom.

Panic gripped her heart as she struggled against the invisible force that held her captive. Shadows danced at the edge of her vision, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes that seemed to mock her fear.

But just as all hope seemed lost, a faint whisper reached Mia’s ears, a voice from a time long forgotten. It spoke of lost souls and unfinished business, of regrets that lingered in the depths of the carnival’s history.

With trembling hands, Mia reached out into the darkness. Her fingers brushing against the cold emptiness of the void. And in that moment of desperation, she felt a spark of something ancient and powerful awaken within her.

With a surge of determination, Mia closed her eyes and whispered the words of release, calling upon the spirits trapped within the carnival’s realm. Slowly, the darkness began to recede, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy of trees.

As Mia’s swing descended back to the ground, she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by the gentle embrace of the night. The carnival lay silent and still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

With a final glance back at the swing ride. Mia felt a sense of peace settle over her soul. For in that fleeting moment of connection, she had glimpsed the mysteries that lay beyond the veil of reality, and found the courage to confront the darkness that lurked within

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie