Remy recalled a time in his life when carnivals and fairs, parks and boardwalks, bright lights and music were things to be appreciated, savored and enjoyed to the utmost. That time…those sensations…those sentiments were gone from his life never to return again.
To this day, the thought an improbable mechanical malfunction could derail an amusement ride from its course and, in less than the blink of an eye, take from him a wife and a pair of angelic children still seemed inconceivable to him.
After three years of hospitals, rehabilitation protocols and psychological counseling he’d, at last, been declared well and sent back out into a world which no longer held any attraction to him.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction prompt: festival.