It had been more humid than usual, that
summer at the show. Mothers in their summer dresses and hats swathed babes in
cloths to protect them from the assault of the unrelenting sun, and sticky
white trickles from wilting ice-cream cones adorned the arms of children, many
of whom were stood in awe at the show’s newest attraction. Discontented with
the usual, predictable fare (the ever-present ‘hoop the un-hoopable prize!’
game, the coconut shy that nailed the coconuts to the stand) few had failed to
stop and watch as they happened upon the triumphant titanium cab jerking up and
down, back and forth and side to side on it’s ominous hydraulic legs. This
unnatural, robotic motion continued for seven or eight minutes, slowing
slightly only once as if to regain breath, before hurling into the next cycle
of derailed jerking. When the ride stopped briefly to let the next small batch
of over-eager youngsters take their turn, there was just enough time to make
out what the ride was all about.
‘Embark on the journey of a lifetime!’
the cosmic blue lettering on the chrome body of the cab brazenly
announced. ‘Are you brave enough to face the trip?’
The children disembarking from the
ride looked very shaken up, and a few of them had turned an unhealthy hue of
green, prompting anxious parents to voice their concerns. Of course, this
served only to increase the appeal of the ride, and soon enough, the queue
snaked round the hedged perimeter of this otherwise remote enclave of the
county fair grounds. Each and every time the doors opened vertically, releasing
plumes of fake smoke and heaving noises, the crowds looked on with muted
anticipation, faces agog with curiosity. After sizing up groups of three or
four budding passengers, the whiskery, rodent-faced attendant relieved them of
their pocket money and ushered them to the top of the aluminium steps where
they took their last deep breath of outside air, before anxiously entering the
vessel.
“We’re next..”, little Carl announced
in a worrisome tone, and to no-one in particular. One of the younger girls
behind him in the queue had just finished her ’99 and was massaging melted ice
cream into her palms. She had heard his announcement, and maintained an
untroubled expression, although she did not speak. Carl, the girl behind him
and two others were led like condemned men to the door, where he was the first
to duck his head in, followed immediately by the other three. The air inside
was dank and even more humid than outside. The thick smoke prevented anything
from being seen, and the four of them clumsily felt their way to the seats they
had been instructed to strap themselves into. This smoke was incredibly thick,
and made their eyes sting. In fact, it smelled a lot like smoke from the
cigarettes his father smoked in the garage, Carl thought. Their vision
obscured, they buckled up, and after a few moments felt the floor beneath them
shift upwards at great speed. They had lifted off. No going back now. There
they hung, for what seemed like an eternity, and then a light came on, just
enough light to make out what was in the front of the cab with them. The
younger girl gasped and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, whilst the others
exchanged confused glances. The man said nothing, just sat staring at them in
the dark as the machine threw them all around in their seats. Time had not been
kind to the man, as if he had been sat in the dark being jerked around for many
years. His sparse hair possessed a straw like quality, and his unkempt
handlebar moustache did little to hide the dense network of lines eroded into
his skin. Above the man’s snarling upper lip, perfectly round beads of liquor
hung delicately from clumps of his whiskers, like baubles on a Christmas tree.
When he finally began to talk, these beads were projected into the air and
swirled over the light of his torch like a little schoolyard hurricane.
“I was once… I was once small like
yourselves…”
The sound expressed by the man seemed to come from somewhere remote, distant,
but shredded through the cacophony of their surroundings like gravel in a
cement mixer, abrasive and unpleasant. Despite this, the man possessed a
softness that immediately captivated the children.
“I’m going to tell you a story which
will help you on your journey.” He croaked.