The War Had Just Ended…
The creaking wail of a wheel drew closer and closer in the thick fog of a late autumn night Poor thing! She could do with a little greasing before she could continue her journey. She didn’t dare think of resting. She had a long and gruelling road ahead of her. Thousands of other wheels that were in the same plight joined her in a heart-breaking chorus, mourning their painful wounds and the misfortune that had caught this world in its grip.
On top of it all, our Wheel was also charged with the great responsibility of carrying a host of wounded souls, engulfed in sad thoughts. That is why the poor Wheel didn’t even dare to bother anyone with her dire need of grease although the pain went all the way to her little heart. She didn’t expect any mercy either, for her si
