Posted in Micro Fiction



The wheels never stop turning, day or night. Round and round they go, one revolution after another. Two of them, inexplicably linked. Designed to make every journey I take appear to be never ending. I’ve been on them for days now, my little legs racing like mad, my tiny heart pounding away inside my chest, fit to burst.  I can see no end to this nightmare. Why are they doing this to me? There must be a purpose to this madness, a simple explanation – mustn’t there? Next time those eager young eyes look into the cage, maybe I’ll ask them.


Story 15 of my October Drabble Project.



Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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