Stories retold

He is ready to glide into the future. Inherited wings feel light on shoulders, as wheels whir  before leaving the ground.

A force stands ready to support, send or receive anything as per instructions. Vehicles are cleaned and polished to carry stories into the future.

Somehow, the mud on tires refuses to go. It is mixed with blood and gore, and talks about wheels skidding to death and a car forced to speed away from life.

A son wipes his tears away, as the prince gets ready for the throne. 

Memories are subjective. Stories change form on being retold.

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Written for Story Challenge in 99 words