Coney Island

Balanced precariously between the confined spaces of the five boroughs and the vast open sea lay Coney Island. This was Liam’s first visit to America’s Playground, and he could hardly contain his excitement as he fought back the urge to break free from his parents side and run ahead to explore its many wonders.

Music filled the air, and the aroma of culinary delights reached out like long twisted fingers drawing him in. The barkers stood in front of their stations and called to the patrons as they passed, luring them in to their web of oddities and challenges. The sound of the mighty ocean and seagulls to one side, and the roar of traffic and sirens to the other, all paled in comparison to the screeching and grinding of metal, the roar of voices, and the screams of those who had already found their way onto an assortment of pulse inducing rides.

Only in the Big Apple could a place so full of life, sounds and smells be considered relaxing. But in this Electric Eden, Liam felt all the emotions that Adam must have felt after taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit. And though he too would be forced to vacate this garden of delights in the end, for now it was his, and he too felt that he might know the very secrets of creation.