Modern Shape-Shifters StoryTime by Cupideros

© December 14, 2010 by Cupideros

(1,709 words)

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” shouted the smooth wheel as it was rolled by three boys down the central boulevard sidewalk.

“My turn!”

“My turn!”

“It’s mine!”

The boys kept petting and pushing the smooth black car wheel fast along the street. Each one argued and reached their hand in to slap the wheel and push it faster and faster.

The toughest boy felt spurned because everyone played and pushed the wheel along. He gave it one last shove. “There! Take your old useless bald hole for all I care.”

The remaining two boys fought a while longer, and finally, the owner slapped the wheel one last time, and all three boys watched it majestically roll and roll.

In amazement the boy’s useless bald black car wheel rolled across two streets, dodged a frightened golden retriever, bumped a wine bottle out of traffic’s way, once again crossed the street when the light shone green, and gently came to a staggering halt and leaned almost humanly against an out-of-date telephone pole plastered with rock-concert posters, whose superstar performer departed years ago.