When It Died

 

It was a sad day when It died.

They gathered around the carcass. Inert now that the spark of life had left.

It looked abandoned. It looked suddenly old and unintelligent. Younglings who had tiptoed by its parking, suddenly sped by in wheeled exuberance, impervious to the loss.

It was the way it was, perhaps.

The way of time.

Still the closest friends held a sort of vigil. They hummed a monotone of song, in memory of speed’s potential and of what could no longer be ignited.

Then they left. To let It be. Disjointed. Parted. Never to move on.

 

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Ted Strutz

 

28 thoughts on “When It Died

    • Ah, but there’s the rub, that many fear that to do so will blur the lines between human and machine and … perhaps that emotion may not include morality. Then again, it does not often in people, either. So … yeah, I’m with ya. 😉

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  1. Na’ama Y’karah,

    I guess it was It’s time to go. Let It be, let It be….(yeah, I know I’m not the first 😉 ) It has an imaginative story. A tribute to It’s writer. So happy to see you back in the FF queue.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Thanks, Rochelle. It’s been two weeks of a bit more nuttiness than usual, even for me … 😉 And more coming in a few weeks, but that’s a whole other megilah … 😉
      It sure has a whole story to tell, doesn’t it? I gather, most thing have one, even if we don’t always know their language well enough to recognize it. 🙂

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