Monthly prompt for Friday Flash #7 ‘Wonder Wheel’ based on this picture for writing flash fiction.
“Let me rub your tummy.”
“Didn’t Daddy tell you not to eat that corn dog?”
“But it looked so good!”
“I’m sure it did, but after the cotton candy and fried dough and tempura veggies you know my little girl gets a rumbly tumbly.”
Caroline pouted and stomped her foot. “I wanted to ride the Wonder Wheel!”
Jim sighed at his thirty-five year old wife’s childish antics. Every time they went to the fair Caroline reverted to a petulant brat stuffing her face and then whining the rest of the night. Luckily for him, not so much for her, their DD/lg marriage was tailor made for situations like this.
If, strolling the Midway with your main squeeze during that sultry summer night, you cast your gaze up, up and away, you might have caught a glimpse of a distraught crying face in the window of the uppermost car. And maybe, over the raucous organ music and excited shrieking, you might have heard a rhythmic slapping of a hard hand on a bare bottom and abject sobbing as Daddy taught Little Caroline a valuable dietary lesson one spank at a time.