Lucy fidgeted on the backseat of the car while Amanda looked out of the window.
They’d been strange ever since we’d left Limon. Neither of them had been their normal bubbly selves since we’d left on this trip of a lifetime.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter as we sped through the banana plantations on our way to the Costa Rican Rainforest. Small talk never came easily to me, I just bit my lip and continued driving in silence.
“Here we are!” I said as we arrived at the park. “I’m so excited.”
Amanda just gave a weak smile, took Lucy into her arms and followed me up the path to the tram station.
We boarded the tram and it glided up and through the misty rainforest. The silence of the forest was punctuated only by the occasional bird cry. The cable car whizzed mechanically as it climbed higher and higher.
Suddenly, we broke through the canopy of the forest.
I gasped. It was even better than I’d imagined it.
“Wow, we’re up above the trees,” I said.
Lucy replied, “but they’re not Christmas trees.”
Amanda added, “perhaps we should have stayed at home for the holidays.”
This is my entry to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. I wish to state that I didn’t drag my family away from home at Christmas! These pics and the film were taken on a visit in early 2015.