Wheels on wheels? Wheels behind wheels? Wheels dominated your life. I wanted to be the grease that lubricated your life, to help it run smoothly. But it was not destined.
Life rolled on. You joined the army, married and had a family that loved you. I drove on aimlessly, alone on the highway of life, breaking signals and paying penalties.
You followed the patriotic code, and sacrificed your life for the nation. As the casket was brought in for people to pay their last respect, I towed away your jeep. It was your life that I had wished to hijack.
Inspired by Friday Fictioneers prompt by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/01/25/27-january-2017/al_forbes-3/
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Well done!
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Tragic but we can’t choose who we fall in love with. Nicely written
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Loved this, “breaking signals and paying penalties.” That said it all.
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If only some could learn to love what they have.
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Well- told. Sad. Sounds like your narrator never did get a handle on the difference between love and obsession. I have a good friend like this: she spent years loving a man who chose someone else. He’s gone now but she still “talks to him” every day.
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Agree. They are actually chasing an image of the person, not the actual.
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Or maybe an image of themselves? I wonder how many a teen girl is nuts about some cool dude because of how good she’ll look with him beside her, his arm around her? She’ll be somebody for a change…all her friends will turn green. Goodness knows we have enough songs about that scene.
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Beautiful and tragic
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