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Amusement Park (10-25-17)

Flash Fiction challenge.
Location: Amusement Park
Object: Graffiti [Link to Post]


“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked my daughter. We sat in a fairly empty parking lot, with a bright noon sun overhead. The barren lot was due to a school day. A giant colorful wooden sign said, “King’s Amusement Park”. I turned the car off. This was her last chance to back out. To not grow up for another year. Her jade eyes gave me an icy stare. She removed her seatbelt without breaking eye contact.

“I let you talk me out of it for the last three years. Do you know how many people make fun of me for being 18 and not having my own Amusement yet?” I shrugged, and felt bad. I had no idea it was such a big deal, of course my parents gave me an Amusement when I was nine. I grew up too soon. She grabbed her backpack and opened the car door. “I’ll be back when I find one I like.”
I had no idea how long it would take her to find her Amusement. Amusements are like living hobbies. You need to feed and care for them, but if you find one that suits you,... Well, the world is built on Amusements. King was the most reputable vendor; he only sold healthy, well cared for Amusements.  
After a couple of hours my daughter walked out of the park holding something that looked like a furry can of spray paint with googly eyes glued on it. I sighed. She got in the car without a word and looked at me, almost apologetically. I shrugged.

“You’re an adult. If you want Graffiti to be your Amusement, you take care of it. Keep it in your room, I don’t want it spraying the house.”
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