“Wise men say life moves in a cycle,” the man thought looking at the slow moving giant wheel decorated with neon signs.
“Dad I also want to ride the wheel,” said young boy, “I want to see the city from the above.” Family, enjoying an evening out, bought tickets for a ride on the wheel for a view of vast expanse beyond the city limits.
“Can’t it stay on top longer dad?” asked the kid.
“Kind of like our lives son,” father answered “slowly we struggle up, only to fall down. Hardly, anyone stay on top much longer.”
Word Count: 97
This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 22nd, Mar, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here
Photo Prompt : Dale Rogerson