Martialla, that’s the caretaker woman’s name, which I believe is Dutch, offered to give up her bed for me but I told her that I was fine with the floor. If she had been expecting company and had new sheets ready to rock, maybe I would have taken her up on that offer but I’m not just going to raw dog it into someone’s active bed situation. I got into a huge fight and ended up breaking up with a guy over that once. I asked him if the sheets on his bed were clean and he freaked out like that was a deadly insult. He had a lumpy cock anyway, no big loss.
Surprisingly I slept like a log in a strange place on the floor with a couple blankets. The next morning she took me out to take a look at the Dragon’s Breath. I actually dated a guy once that designed roller coasters. Can you believe that? I guess someone has to design them. Despite that I don’t think I’ve been on a roller coast since I was a little kid. I did sing at a couple theme parks, various contests and miscellaneous jobs, but going to one for fun was never my jam.
Aside from the fact that it was the only thing in the park that looks functional there wasn’t anything special about the Dragon’s Breath that I could see. The part where you get on is kind of a cool dragon mouth/head thing but otherwise it barely even has any dragon flare on it. I had no clue what I was supposed to be looking at.
“Looks like it’s in good shape” I said to her because I felt like I was supposed to say something.
She nodded “It’s in perfect condition, you could ride it right now.”
“Do you ever ride it?”
She shifted uneasily like it was a big problem, like I had caught her doing something she shouldn’t “Sometimes.”
The image of this hard-ass looking woman riding this roller coaster alone in an abandoned theme park, I don’t know if that’s sad or depressing or hilarious or just weird or what it is, but it’s something. Did she throw her hands up and scream all by herself going down the scary parts?
“So” I said reachingly “this one has been maintained but nothing else has. I give up, what decision am I making? You don’t want to reopen the park do you?”
She shook her head “no” and then looked at me for a moment and shrugged “Let me ask you this, do you believe in reincarnation, astral projection, telepathy, sixth sense, clairvoyance, spirit mediums, telekinetic movement, out of body experiences, Bigfoot, or the existence of lost continents like Atlantis or Lemuria?”
“Uh, what was the third one again?” She reached into her pocket and handed me a heavy coin, very heavy and very cold to the touch. I peered at it and there was an image of a king or something like that on the face, actually on both sides “What’s this?”
“It’s exactly what it looks like, it’s a gold coin. Ninety percent pure gold. That much gold is worth about two grand last time I checked, I don’t know how much more it might sell beyond the gold value. I’ve got dozens more back in the trailer.”
I turned the coin over in my hand “What are you telling me? Is there a gold mine under this roller coaster? Whose face is this?”
She blew out a breath “Okay, let me ask you this, are you familiar with the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe?”
“Uh yeah, I read some of those books as a kid, some snooty British kids go into a closet and then they’re in Conan the Barbarian world or something and they meet a Jesus Lion. Is that the one?”
She pointed at the coaster “This right here, this is the wardrobe.”
I nodded “Okay, so what you’re telling me is that you’re insane then?”
She grinned and flipped a switch on the control panel for the coaster “Let me ask you it this way, have you ever had your mind blow?
“Uh” I managed as I backed slowly away from the probably crazy woman with my hands held out like you do unconsciously when there’s a strange dog growling at you.
“Let’s go for a ride boss.”
