Jetstream

In the morning, quite early, when the light is hazy and blurry but before the sun has risen, he went out into the back yard to get a look at the dogs and the grass and waiting to see what would come into his head. He had been blurry himself for quite a while.

He found that the support to a very large roller coaster had been anchored to his back yard. The structure stood straight up out of his grass as if it had grown overnight. Over a hundred feet tall.

At the top of the support, a column of some six feet in diameter, he could see the rails and the track of the coaster joining other supports sprouting up out of other back yards and went on over the horizon.

He could hear the approaching car clattering along the swooping track that nearly touched the ground in places. He wondered if it would stop for passengers, like a train. Or if it just hung up there: a possibility, a threat, a reminder.