Shaking. I was shaking. The wind tossed my wet hair, causing it to stick against my cheek. 10 meters. 32.8 feet. I could hear nothing but the wind. My grip tightened on the silver handrail. A once in a lifetime chance he had said. Everyone should do it, he exclaimed. I had let my curiosity…
The ride attendants walk down the line, checking each seat to make sure that the black safety bar is securely in place. The blue-eyed boy beside me is reminded to keep his hands and feet inside the ride at all times; he quickly pulls his arm back inside the car, wrapping his other arm behind…
The deal was simple, we’d get to ask him a couple of questions and he got to ask us a couple of questions. A bit odd if you ask me. What could The Devil possibly want to know from us? I couldn’t tell you. “Is heaven real?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied, his voice like…