The Carousel

Hello All:

I thought I'd start the week off with a really interesting short story I had written back in 2011. It's always been one of my favorites. After all, we are getting close to the season of Halloween, and readers might like this sort of things. 

The Carousel

In a rare, once-in-a-lifetime occurrence; an employer who offers a modest salary might be fortunate enough to have a dedicated worker who goes above and beyond the call of duty. It might be a place like Funland Amusement Rides that in recent years has nearly declared every summer the last season in operation. Rides have gotten outdated and the grounds appear unkempt. Those operating the attractions, working in hospitality or maintaining the grounds are paid minimum wage and must endure the unpleasant reality of working twice, sometimes three times as hard since staffing is at a minimum. But despite what management expects, no one is willing to step up and work very hard. Would you? The people who run Funland Amusement Rides are unhappy, not very engaging with the guests and seem to be sluggish.

But then there is a special employee, Gertrude, who operates the bi-level carousel that is located in the corner of the park. Were-as most rides appear rusty and nearly falling apart; the carousel looks to be brand new and nearly glows from an illumination of its own. The reason? Not only does Gertrude operate that carousel from the time of park's opening to close, but she also comes in early to maintain the ride. An older immigrant woman who looks disheveled and hardly ever speaks; she has long strands of split-gray hairs and cracked, aged face. Her very mannerisms with quirky, odd behavior might suggest her to be a witch. In fact, many coworkers at the park maintain a strong aversion towards this woman because of this.

"That lady is weird!"

"She's creepy!"

But management doesn't care of how others feel about Gertrude. She is the model employee who exhibits a passion for her job. Why else would she come in with a collection of paint and brushes to carefully maintain the precious faces of those animals on the carousel? Gertrude personally loves each and every animal on that ride. Her art gives every horse, camel, lion and dragon a character of its own. And in recent times, she has begun to chisel and carve new expressions on their faces. Oh, how they looks so real and as-if to come to life!

Gertrude goes even further with her dedication to the ride. Recalling the old days when carousel music was hand played on an organ by the operator, Gertrude purchased and installed her own keyboard to play while the guests enjoyed going round and round on the animal of their choice. She wouldn't dare allow the shrilling voice of some electro-pop hip-hop artist to loudly blast through the speakers! Such a thing might be sacrilegious on her carousel.

Occasionally, park management might walk past the carousel on a fine Saturday afternoon. It's easy to admire the well-maintained animals that appear to nearly come to life. The ride has an illumination of its own and draws a large crowd of people who are eager to enjoy the attraction. But it's the music that slightly concerns management. If people didn't know any better, the pitch of the keyboard sounded to be deliberately off tune. Although the lively organ music matches the dance of the animals, it has an overwhelming hint of being somewhat macabre and frightening. And why do most of the children on the ride scream and cry while the animals go round and round?

The park manager approaches Gertrude who dances from side to side, swaying her long strands of gray hair along her back while playing the keyboard. Perhaps she isn't hitting the right keys. "Gertrude?" the manager calls out. "Can't you adjust the pitch or hit the sharper keys, not so many flat tones? I think the music is scaring the children."

Gertrude turns her face to present a plastered smile with her red, glassy eyes. Employees have often accused the old immigrant woman of drinking on the job. Why else would she be so weird and lively while operating the carousel all day long?

Speaking only broken English with a heavy accent, she often referred to herself in the third person. "Gertrude think the music is fine. You like, yah?" Then she cackles, nearly sounding like a witch. All the while, the children cry in terror while going round and round on that dreaded carousel. Even the parents exhibit an irrational terror of the ride.

Nothing, outside of the peculiar music, can be identified as disturbing on Gertrude's carousel. But if management would care to take a closer look, they might notice the hellish world being reflected in the carousel's center mirror. They would see the hideous animals that aggressively bite the children and parents with their large, sharp teeth. The animals stand on their hind legs and then pounce their front hoofs on the guests, nearly crushing them. The lions swipe their enormous paws across the bloody chests and backs of unfortunate riders. Camels rip the hair out of children's heads with their nasty mouths. Dragons cock their evil, serpent heads back and then force rage-full flames into the faces of people who soon find themselves to be cooked alive.

Round and round the terrifying carousel goes while Gertrude cackles and plays her morbid music. Now that’s the sort of carousel I want to ride! :-)