The roller coaster creaked up the steep incline, fifty hearts beating nervously, a hundred hands clutching the bars, fifty people waiting for the rush of adrenaline.
A curious pre-schooler clasped her mother's hands after repeatedly being threatened with the stories of lost children, separated from their parents forever.
Another kid who would have easily passed on as a Weasley held a handful of coins, acquired-after a week of begging-from his father.
And right next to the 'Astrologer's hut' a solitary figure cradled an extensively wired, beeping contraption, the sounds of which were lost among the chattering crowd.
Written for Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction.