Cindy hates sweeping ashes. Haunted house janitor is a major demotion from theme park princess. Age ruins us all.
It was shocking the first time that boy spotted his grandpa among the fake, mirror-conjured spooks. It was touching when that woman reconnected with her fiancé, after he died in that war.
By now it’s old hat to the locals. Want to keep in touch with your loved one? Smuggle an urn onto the ride, open it after the first hill.
Cindy keeps her broom moving, pulling headphones down over her ears, and tries to ignore the screams of the damned.
Author’s Note: This was a longer story and included many Disneyworld references until I realized Disney would probably sue me.
Leave a Reply