Changing Lanes by Vining Season

Author:Vining, Season
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Season Vining
Published: 2020-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

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I PULL MY jacket closed and stuff my hands into the pockets. Pipe organ music plays from somewhere, but it’s not alone in the many melodies surrounding us. An old rock classic blasts from one ride while game peddlers shout that you can win the giant stuffed bear for only two dollars. Children run past holding balloons and cotton candy. The scent of cider, funnel cake, and hay combine to represent the very definition of fall.

Marley and I walk along the dirt fairway with no real destination. For now, I take in all the sights and sounds, the people around me lit by the glow of white strung lights above. It’s so nice to experience an actual fall season that I just want to soak it all in.

I spoke to Brea this morning, filling her in on my first official date with Lane, leaving out the intimate details. Some things a girl has got to keep for herself. She teased me for “hooking up” with another guy named Lane, but I assured her this one is different. Brea told me about her latest ultrasound and how everything is right on track. I get an ache in my chest thinking about missing out on these big family moments, and how I won’t be there for the birth of my nephew. She says she understands, but I think it hurts us both.

“I say we grab a warm apple cider and hit the Scrambler until we puke,” Marley says, her eyes lingering on an attractive carnie shouting about his balls. To be fair, the game he’s hosting is all about balls, but his intention is not missed.

“I’m not sure if that’s how you define a good time, but I’m thinking no.”

“Come on,” she says, linking her arm through mine. “We’ve made our initial lap, now it’s time to take action. I want a caramel apple and a corn dog. Could I be more American?” she asks with a giggle.

“I could go for something warm. I’ve never had cider before though. Is there hot chocolate?”

She stops in place, jerking me to a halt alongside her. “You do not come to a fall festival and not have cider. It’s like a rule or something. Just chalk it up to another new experience.”

I sigh and sweep my hair from my face. “Well, every other new experience you’ve talked me into has left me twisting my ankle, tied up naked in a dress, stuck in the grass like a lawn ornament, and being cut in half by a thong.”

“You forgot ‘getting it on with your neighbor on his vintage Harley.’ You’re welcome.”

“And how are you responsible for that?” I ask.

“Well, I did find you that house. And you may have never met him if you weren’t neighbors.” I shrug, giving her credit. “This will be another good experience, I promise,” she says, tugging on my elbow.

I surrender and follow her to the nearest cider stand where she orders two and asks if they’ve got anything to spike it with.

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