Flash Fiction: Wheel of Fate

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

The Wheel of Fate eh? Looked like a normal fun park ride to me.

“It spins and spins and where it stops, predicts your future and what sort of life you’ll have. My grandmother told me about it. Come, it’s a right of passage,” said Jillian pulling me along.

“Alright, but I don’t need a fortune teller to predict puke.”

We paid for tickets and met our fate. Colours of the rainbow blurred, matching the evening’s dinner in my stomach. The carriage slowed down. Snap. The cable broke, leaving us hanging in the air.

“What your prediction now?”

“We’re f -, oh look, hot firefighters.”

My stomach gave way and showered over my future husband.

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