Flash Fiction: Money Spinner

The vintage carousel shook off her dust. In mint condition, her days in storage made no sense. The city organisers sighed with relief; the ride was a perfect money-spinner for a city going broke. 

Tourist bait in place, children climbed onto the assortment of animals as music played. Giggles filled the air as the animals started to move, moulding to the rider, their bodies bopping up and down. 

Adults filmed their little darlings from the sidelines. The merry-go-round sped up. The children wrapped their arms around the poles, hanging for dear life. Vision blurred. 

The carousel came to a halt.

The children were gone…