I wanted to ride the Ferris wheel alone, but you slipped into the seat beside me, entered my space. My eyes clammed shut as we cranked up and up but you managed to prise them open with that sharp tongue, to uncover two grey pearls, glinting in the moonlight. I realised then that I could see for miles; for once I was less consumed by my fear of heights as I was wrapped up safely in the view. But then my newfound confidence curdled, turned cocksure. I rocked the seat, thrashed my legs to and fro to test its limits. I wanted to see how far I could push us, without spilling us out, dribbling us over the seat’s lip. You could have climbed down, left me to fall alone, but you had slipped into that seat beside me and there you stayed until we came full circle, and left with that wheeled eye blinking into the backdrop – together.
Tyler Turner is a writer and student based in Sheffield, UK. She recently graduated with a degree in English and History and is to embark on a Creative Writing master’s later this year. In 2017, she was shortlisted for the Wicked Young Writer Award.