DID I EVEN SPELL THE TITLE RIGHT

HAVE A DRABBLE I WROTE IN ABOUT FIVE SECONDS

By the way, I'm considering deleting my other stories. Since, well, they're bad. Really bad.

That feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster.

The thrill. The wonder. What was it called?

That didn't matter, though.

What mattered was that Alfred loved that feeling.

In those moments, as the carriage dove down, Alfred felt free.

Free of all his worries, he soared.

As the roller coaster turned, Alfred closed his eyes, daydreaming.

He felt like he could do anything he wanted.

After all, he was the hero, wasn't he?