Daily story, April 21, 2025

After thirteen years of petitions, letters, public meetings, fundraising, and publicity, the council had finally agreed to add a loop-the-loop to the tram line, and Ian’s reward for all that work was a prime seat on the first service around it. He felt a trembling smile as the car started getting up to speed. The tram had never felt this way before, the way Ian always knew it should. The crowd ad the loop were all a blur. The driver made an announcement, but Ian didn’t hear. When they began to climb it felt like being launched from a trebuchet. For a moment, it looked as though they wouldn’t make it. And then they didn’t.