Circles (standard:other, 1285 words)
Author: Bogey	Added: Oct 05 2000	Views/Reads: 3668/2082	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Well, hanging around isn't too bad. At least not when you're going in circles.

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It was silence for a long time. Even my memory started to fade a bit.
But I still remembered. After hanging in that shop for a very long 
time, it must have been over a year, I knew enough of the toy business 
to know that sales were going down. I had been a nice attraction, but 
the competitor had new planes and trains and tanks and trucks and 
everything. My salesman started to worry. He could not get a new 
attraction. I noticed one day that my price was down. No longer did 
those voices had to pay 199 dollars. Now, the same old me would cost 
them 149 dollars. Still, the toyshop became quieter every day. 99 
Dollars didn't help much and even 49 dollars didn't return all those 
voices. And then, a strange voice entered the shop. Said something 
about a loan and money to pay and no more business. Then a few voices 
telling how they hated to clear out the lovely old shop, but the 
competitor was cheaper and had more attractions. They forgot about me 
and I hanged there in silence. 

Suddenly a breaking sound. A little voice entered my silenced world. And
another, and one more. Three little voices, sneaking around in the old 
abandoned shop. One of them discovered me. First, they were surprised. 
Then one noticed the thread. And after ages I was flying again. They 
took me down and looked me all over. "It's all dusted." "Yeah, but it 
looks the same as daddy has." "Let's take it." So they did. It occurred 
to me that time must have been flying. For in the room were the three 
little voices took me to, a big voice told them that he remembered that 
when he was a little boy he saw the same plane hanging and spinning in 
the toy shop. And that it probably was the same plane. "Well, let's get 
it clean and hang it up." So I was cleaned.  My bright red and yellow 
colors were a little faded, but still I was a very beautiful fighter. 
And the little voices spun me around every time they passed me. Around 
and around. Always in circles. Boy, am I getting bored of that. But 
want I to go another way? No, I do not think so. And I don't mind much. 



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