Oct 8, 2015 Friday Fictioneers

Genre:  A Swiftian Tale

Word Count:  100 words of text, exactly

The Tiny Carnival and The Captive

©October 8th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

Emerging from the tunnel, sore from being squeezed by its crushing metal, Aliya stood, brushed off her dress, smoothed her hair, and stared.

A tiny carnival exploded in color.  Minute people whirled through the air, and little shrieks of delight swirled around them.  A miniscule booth announced “Tickets” in pink icing.  A blue-and-yellow fence protected the grinding metal machine that whirled the people in their airborne seats.

Aliya screamed.  Everything froze.  People turned, and stared at her.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked.

Not answering, they just advanced.

The ticket-collector rubbed her hands gleefully that night.  Another for my carnival, she cackled.

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Thanks, always, to our beloved Fairy Blog-Mother and Muse, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, our weekly favorite writing soirees, and thanks to Ted Strutz for his inspiring photo-prompt!

Tags: a new fairy tale, captive, carnival, Jonathan Swift, Lilliputian, Transformations