Car Ride

Marcel quickly got to a stall and bought a bottle of water which he immediately gulped, not minding the eyes of the people who were staring at him and some even taking pictures. He gulped down the water and sighed as his mind calmed down a bit.

“Daddy,” he heard the call of Rosie from behind and he breathed in and out to calm his fear. He wouldn't want his daughter to see him like this and assume that her father was a weak man who was scared of an ordinary roller coaster. It would be a huge blow to his face if that happened. He smiled and then turned.

“Yes, honey.”

“Daddy, there are two games remaining,” the child reminded. He might die if those two games are like the last. So much for having a child. Izabelle walked to him and placed her hands on his shoulder.

“Don't worry. It's just two more games and we'll be done,” she leaned in to whisper. “It's not as scary as this one.”

He sighed. He could see the amusement on Izabelle’s face as she spoke to him. She must be thinking of teas