The first sensation Johnny noticed was a gentle swaying motion, like lying in a hammock. Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. Around him were flat surfaces. He was encapsulated inside some kind of box and he was lying on his back.
Before he could sit up, a face appeared above him. It took a moment for Johnny to realize he knew this face.
He frowned. “Tracy?”
“Welcome back, hero,” said the face.
Slowly, Johnny sat up. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
Johnny tried to assemble his thoughts. He was with Tracy and they were… at a theme park: Future World. He’d begged her to accompany him to this new park for months. She’d finally consented.
Johnny loved technology and adventure. This park seemed like a dream come true. But how had he ended up on the floor of… whatever this was?
“Well, ‘Mr. Adventure’, we got into the cable cars and once we got to the high point, you hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.” she said.
Johnny lifted himself back into the seat.
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not afraid of…”
Johnny looked out the window at the landscape of the park laid out before him. His vision became blurred and his head began to spin. As he lost consciousness for a second time, he could hear Tracy’s voice, as if coming from a long distance.
“Oh great, not again!”
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.]