Ducky Park
You decide that it is best to avoid the rejection that you know will be coming. Some time passes and the carousel gains four more kids who pick out their horses. They smile at their parents and wave as you pull back the start lever. The horses begin their mad and infinite pursuit of one another around the circle at the pace of mules. You realize as you watch them that their carved faces frighten you and you do your best to ignore them.
"Faster," comes a call from the carousel.
"Faster," chimes in another.
It isn't long before the air is filled with repetitive calls for an increase in speed. You try to resist but they amplify their demands. At last you give in and search the control board for the knob that alters the speed; the one Chris said you are not to touch. A slight boost won't do any harm, you figure as you move the knob clockwise.
The speed increases and you hear a collective squeal of delight from the riders. But it doesn't seem to completely satisfy them as they call for more speed only moments later. Again you comply by turning the knob, and again they complain that it isn't fast enough.
You reach for the knob again, and this time give it a hard turn, quadrupling the speed of the ride. Squeals of delight soon change to screams of despair as the infinite loop increases dramatically and the centrifugal force starts to pull the children from the comfort of their seats. They cling to the poles before them, but inevitably the force of motion causes them to loose their grips, falling hard from carousel insanity to the hard blacktop.
You try to turn the knob back but the spring breaks and the knob comes off in your hand. Staring down at the black knob you swallow hard as another child lands beside you. The last to fly off is the attractive blonde. She lands at your feet. Around you is a mob of angry people who call you an idiot and look like they are about to kill you.
Fortunately security gets there soon, and after receiving only a minor beating; they escort you out of the park, informing you that you are no longer an employee of Ducky Park.
Looking back to the park and sighing you start your journey home. By the time you get back to your house the sun has set. When you walk in you find your father sitting on his recliner and watching the evening news.
"Hey," He says, "How was your first day of work?"
You decide not to tell him about what happened and shrug at the question. "It was okay, I guess."
"Sit down," He says with an unusual cheerfulness; "Watch some TV with your old man."
You take a cushion on the couch and watch as the news reports a shoplifter at a local store and then a prostitution ring that has been broken up. Then the icon above the newscasters head turns to Ducky Park.
"In other news, the old carousel at Ducky Park was at first thought to be malfunctioning when it began spinning at an out of control speed flinging children from the backs of the beloved sculpted horses.
"Security cameras tell a different story, however;" She says turning in her seat to face a new camera. The security camera overtakes the screen and you see the unmistakable form of you cranking up the speed and holding the broken knob in your hand.
"Park Officials say that this young man is responsible for the malfunctioning machinery."
Your dad turns in his chair to face you, his face beat red. "Nothing happened at work today, huh?" He asks.
You try to get up and run, but he grabs you by the back collar of your shirt and slams you into the wall. "You little son of a bitch!" He says, beating you over the head and back in a fury of disappointment.
"You're the one who wanted me to work there," You try to reason, but your father will hear none of it. He declares that he hates you, that you are worthless and irresponsible.
You have Ducky Park to thank.
"Faster," comes a call from the carousel.
"Faster," chimes in another.
It isn't long before the air is filled with repetitive calls for an increase in speed. You try to resist but they amplify their demands. At last you give in and search the control board for the knob that alters the speed; the one Chris said you are not to touch. A slight boost won't do any harm, you figure as you move the knob clockwise.
The speed increases and you hear a collective squeal of delight from the riders. But it doesn't seem to completely satisfy them as they call for more speed only moments later. Again you comply by turning the knob, and again they complain that it isn't fast enough.
You reach for the knob again, and this time give it a hard turn, quadrupling the speed of the ride. Squeals of delight soon change to screams of despair as the infinite loop increases dramatically and the centrifugal force starts to pull the children from the comfort of their seats. They cling to the poles before them, but inevitably the force of motion causes them to loose their grips, falling hard from carousel insanity to the hard blacktop.
You try to turn the knob back but the spring breaks and the knob comes off in your hand. Staring down at the black knob you swallow hard as another child lands beside you. The last to fly off is the attractive blonde. She lands at your feet. Around you is a mob of angry people who call you an idiot and look like they are about to kill you.
Fortunately security gets there soon, and after receiving only a minor beating; they escort you out of the park, informing you that you are no longer an employee of Ducky Park.
Looking back to the park and sighing you start your journey home. By the time you get back to your house the sun has set. When you walk in you find your father sitting on his recliner and watching the evening news.
"Hey," He says, "How was your first day of work?"
You decide not to tell him about what happened and shrug at the question. "It was okay, I guess."
"Sit down," He says with an unusual cheerfulness; "Watch some TV with your old man."
You take a cushion on the couch and watch as the news reports a shoplifter at a local store and then a prostitution ring that has been broken up. Then the icon above the newscasters head turns to Ducky Park.
"In other news, the old carousel at Ducky Park was at first thought to be malfunctioning when it began spinning at an out of control speed flinging children from the backs of the beloved sculpted horses.
"Security cameras tell a different story, however;" She says turning in her seat to face a new camera. The security camera overtakes the screen and you see the unmistakable form of you cranking up the speed and holding the broken knob in your hand.
"Park Officials say that this young man is responsible for the malfunctioning machinery."
Your dad turns in his chair to face you, his face beat red. "Nothing happened at work today, huh?" He asks.
You try to get up and run, but he grabs you by the back collar of your shirt and slams you into the wall. "You little son of a bitch!" He says, beating you over the head and back in a fury of disappointment.
"You're the one who wanted me to work there," You try to reason, but your father will hear none of it. He declares that he hates you, that you are worthless and irresponsible.
You have Ducky Park to thank.
