Red chair variations

 

Seated on a small red plastic chair

Going fast

down a

slope

The chair's metal legs screech

As they scrape the asphalt

Riding the chair, I dash down the mountainside

In front of me just the open air

I remember the climb up from its other side

(Steep rise

I grab soil with my fingers

The grains scratch my palms

My feet dig into the soft earth)

And then, at the peak,

Looking down

To see the drop all the way to the

Bottom

Feeling quite nervous

I immediately find myself hurtled on the

Small red plastic chair

As I gallop

Down

Holding tight to the seat’s edges

Vibrate as the chair and I buck on the paved road

I think I can smell the friction of metal and tar

Underneath me

Pebbles sliding all around

My body leans forward dangerously

Am I screaming?