5-minute WriteDown for Thursday, May 20
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Editor’s note: This is the latest in a series of writing prompts and exercises from the Clubhouse room Morning Muse.
Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown was the old calliope at the State Fairgrounds.
Closed and rundown, the place was a wreck but somehow the ancient merry-go-round still seemed to shine. In his mind’s eye, the horses gleamed through chipped paint and broken poles, but there they stood, waiting to give willing children a ride. Even the brass ring could be seen.
Thomas would sneak into the place, ignoring the stop and warning signs. He’d go alone because his friends were too scared. He’d show them.
There was one day he never could get, even though he wasn’t sure he could trust his memory.
The day the calliope came to life.
