The Circle of Life

The circle of life is strange indeed. For the longest time my dream was to own a car. Sadly my financial situation was dire. I got one eventually, and boy did it stand out. Everything about it was special to me. It’s weird paintjob, the strange noises it made at times, everything. For a long time it was my most important possession. Sadly, it’s in the nature of dreams that they change and grow. I had to sell my prized possession to pay off a loan, a loan that gave birth to another dream. The dream grew and washed away my poverty. It inducted me into the societal elite.
I am a old man now, can’t really see much. My son has forced me to come to step out, he says he has a surprise for me. As we drive towards our old home, I see it, it is as if my vision has returned just enough to see it once more. As I sit once more in the front seat of the car, which was one of the first dreams I saw, the first of many, I know, that the circle of life is a strange thing indeed

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19 thoughts on “The Circle of Life

  1. Very nice story! I like how you used the photo prompt for “Circle of Life.” It is a sad story, but certainly true to life! Thank you for participating in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge!

  2. I’m smiling over this one πŸ™‚ Reminds me of my brother’s first car – 1950-something Dodge with a missing piece of the back floorboard. I’m wondering what he’d do if he saw that old blue car today?
    Wonderful story.

    1. Thanks a lot.. πŸ™‚ The joy of getting a first car is certainly unparalleled. I tried to capture that in here. Glad to see that you liked it. Feel free to read some of my other stories and do tell me what you think. I value your feedback.


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