dark and moody

The carousel whirled into a frantic blur, its lights smearing into streaks of color. The horses’ eyes reflected the glow, sharp and watchful, glinting like predators lurking in the dark. The music, thin and weary, stretched out behind them as Danny pulled Emma away, his grip tight, his breath unsteady. He didn’t look back. He didn’t have to. The ride was still playing its song, waiting for its next rider.