Where Are We Going?
The wheels never stop, day or night, they just keep turning. Two of them, linked together somehow to make every journey seem never-ending. I’ve been on them for days now, my little legs racing like mad, with no end in sight. There must be a purpose to this madness, mustn’t there? Next time those eager young eyes look into the cage, maybe I’ll ask them.
A story for this week’s prompt at Five Sentence Fiction