But you knew there would always be the spring Ernest Hemingway A Moveable Feast
Chapter One She’s gone It was a little girl with an English accent She sounded cross She was nothing to do with me I thought she was talking to someone else in line I kept staring up at Death Drop from my place in the line on the sidewalk At 170 feet high attached to a black tower the elevator was Vancouver’s 1
Melanie Jackson newest thrill ride Death Drop plunged its passengers down at forty miles an hour Fifteen times the speed of a normal elevator Faster than gravity Like the tower the elevator was black with one difference It had a huge blood-red pomegranate painted on one side Death Drop was based on a Greek myth Hades the king of the under world gave a pomegranate to a beautiful woman named Persephone whom he had kidnapped She ate a few seeds Who wouldn’t Pomegranates are bittersweet refreshing But sly Hades had put a spell on the pomegranate Eating the seeds meant that Persephone had to marry Hades and spend half of every year with him Behind Death Drop people kayaked on False Creek The water was blue green in the sun The kayakers didn’t seem to be thinking about nature though 2
Death Drop With their paddles they pointed up to the tower that had been built for the elevator Everybody was talking about the big drop To reach the elevator you walked up the tower’s curving windowless corridors You got treated to special horror effects To die for the ads prom ised There was even a famous painting of Persephone on loan from England I had arrived early for baseball practice at the park across the street I’d decided to see what all the hype was about In orange flame-shaped letters a sign explained that groups of twenty at a time went in The next group had to (cid:90)(cid:68)(cid:76)(cid:87)(cid:3)(cid:88)(cid:81)(cid:87)(cid:76)(cid:79)(cid:3)(cid:87)(cid:75)(cid:72)(cid:3)(cid:191)(cid:85)(cid:86)(cid:87)(cid:3)(cid:74)(cid:85)(cid:82)(cid:88)(cid:83)(cid:3)(cid:70)(cid:85)(cid:68)(cid:86)(cid:75)(cid:72)(cid:71)(cid:3)(cid:71)(cid:82)(cid:90)(cid:81)(cid:3) in the elevator While waiting I tossed my baseball up and down She’s gone I looked down A kid with sausage like blond curls was talking to me 3