A Wheel ride
There is a saying that if you don’t like the way things are, change your point of view. You are bound to see things differently.
She hoped that would work when she asked him to go to the fair, simply for a ride on the Ferris Wheel.
With the city landscape covered by nightfall and the colourful lights beaming, they suddenly became more tranquil. As if all the tension and stress were lifted, as the Wheel began to turn.
“I’m sorry,” he said, as he placed her hand inside his.
It didn’t make everything OK, but it was a start.
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