the fair is in town where i live, which has got me thinking about cable knit sweaters, hot sweet drinks, apple cider donuts, and tummy aches. imagine your sweet sweet boyfriend dragging you excitedly from greasy food stall to greasy food stall. after the funnel cake stand and a candy apple you warn him to take it easy. he tells you the fair is over after tonight, so he has to eat everything in one night. after all, he won’t be able to get it again until next year. you shrug.
after a box of popcorn and a visit to pet some goats, your boyfriend looks like he is slowing down. you’re grateful for this, knowing how much of a baby he can be when he eats too much, but then you see his eyes light up and before you know it he’s got cotten candy in one hand and a corn dog in the other. you don’t understand how one man can stomach so much sugar and grease, but he seems to take it in stride. soon he is holding too empty sticks, wandering ahead of you and then returning with cheesesteak.
you want to do some rides. in fact, you want to kiss your boyfriend at the top of the ferris wheel. you step into the line as your boyfriend chokes down his last bite of cheesesteak. he’s looking a little pale now, and has somehow broken a clammy sweat in the autumn weather. the ride operator locks you and your boyfriend in. you notice the lap bar pressing down on your boyfriend’s stomach. he’s a husky guy on a good day, but now he’s swelled up underneath his sweater. as the ride starts its rotation you notice he’s gotten a bit quiet, so you cozy up to him and kiss down his neck. he gives you a weak, tired smile, looking a little glazed over in the eyes.
you ask him what’s the matter, although you already know the answer. he groans, takes your hand, and places it on the crest of his belly, admitting that he might have overdone it. you coo sympathy and start rubbing circles on your silly little boyfriend’s tummy.
the ferris wheel comes to a stop at the top. it’s a rickety old thing put together with duct tape and gum. it starts rocking back and forth. your boyfriend breathes shallow in his chest and makes a panicked face.
“i don’t feel so good” he whimpers, and you fear for the people below you.