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The Wacky Fun Factory

Parker had come upon the strange machine quite unexpectedly. But there it sat in the ally behind the Pigley Wigley grocery store, next to a dumpster, in the midst of stained cardboard boxes and the pungent smell of vegetables decaying in the Mississippi midday heat.

His abandoned skateboard continued a lonesome ride, crashed into a wooden pallet and flipped over, wheels spinning. The ten-year old paid no attention as he stood frozen, staring with his mouth open.

It towered over him, six feet tall and three feet wide, a gum ball machine, but not the likes of one he’d ever seen. Its case was painted with an exciting rainbow of color and it sat on a red triangular base. A sign taped to the front of the machine read “DO NOT USE!”

His brows pulled together and he sucked in his cheeks as he considered the instruction. What in the world was this thing doing here? Parker spit on the ground, ran his hand through his bowl-cut hair style, and leaned forward to peer inside the glass front which revealed a complicated assortment of gears, ramps, and chutes.

Rubbing his hands together, Parker circled the machine. This thing was awesome. Man did he luck out. If he’d listened to Mom he would’ve never seen it.

He dug in the pocket of his blue jeans and for a long time fingered the quarter he’d planned to spend on a comic book. Parker studied the words bordered in wavy lines of blue and green on the front of the machine. “THE WACKY FUN FACTORY.” Fun factory, what was so fun about it anyway?

Parker took a tentative step closer and gave the machine a kick. His tennis shoe left a dirty mark in the paint. Nothing happened. It sat there lifeless and seemed harmless enough. His gaze shifted up and down the alley. Not a soul in sight. In one swift movement he tore off the sign and slipped his quarter into the money slot.

It woke. Tinny circus music erupted from the machine and colored lights flashed. A yellow gumball dropped onto a series of tilting ramps which carried the ball to a spiral staircase. Down it bounced while a train whistle blew an eerie song and the sound of beating drums shook Parker to the bone.

Transfixed he watched the ball continue its journey past a crescent moon with a macabre grin and a jumble of wildly colored gears. It passed a cutout surfer riding an endless wave, chased by sharks. The gumball rolled by cutouts of girls skipping rope and then plunged into a cup where a boy’s fishing line had hooked a two-headed serpent. A horn blared. The bottom dropped out of the cup, and the gumball fell through a basketball hoop where a boy waited to catch it. Tick, tick his mechanical arms clicked back and then pitched the gumball to a girl with a dog that pulled on her skirt.

“The fun never ends at the Wacky Fun Factory,” sang a goofy voice over and over and over again.

The cries were faint at first. Parker put his ear against the glass unsure if he had heard them at all. Louder now, the haunting voices seemed to beg for help. “The fun never ends at the Wacky Fun Factory,” sang the voice.

Sweat dripped down the sides of Parker’s face. With hands cupped around his eyes he pressed his nose against the glass. He drew in a sharp breath. The mouths of the cutout children opened and closed, opened and closed. Their eyes blinked and pleaded. The cutout of the dog let loose the girl’s skirt, winked, and gave Parker a sinister smile. He jerked back, wrapping his arms around his body.

Parker felt the uncomfortable thump of his heartbeat as the gumball rolled to a stop and dropped into the exit chute.

A bit about the author:

Dawn Baird resides in Pensacola, Fl. She writes both fiction and nonfiction, but fiction is her passion. She is searching for a home for her first middle school Fantasy novel “Enchantaka” and is now working on a juicy Mystery novel. Visit author page