“Ignore the man behind the curtain!”
Gandalf* #quote
If everyone settled their differences and worked together then, by
standing on each other's shoulders, no one would have to worry about
not being able to reach something on a high shelf again. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
The Old Park
In a few weeks the demolition team planned to level the theme park.
After many, many years the poor thing went bankrupt after a new owner
bought the thing up and ran it into the ground and couldn't keep up
with running the thing along with competition. Every attraction that
could be extracted from the park and sold to someplace else was taken
out. This left mostly bridges, gates and the necessary buildings. The
owner that ran the thing into the ground even managed to sell the
revolving gates that visitors walk through into the park. Primarily
the place remained as a massive blocks of concrete with shutdown
utilities.
One thing that couldn't be sold, no matter how hard the owner tried
was a little statue of the park mascot. A donkey holding three
balloons and a big ice cream cone. The founder of the park, over
fifty years ago, made it of actual concrete fused with the rest of
the concrete on the park walkways. The only way that was going was
through demolition or other powerful means.
The demolition team set up its work and a day before they began to
wreck the place an old man approached them. He asked if one of the
construction workers could take a picture of him with the statue.
They didn't start anything and the old man seemed quite set on doing
it so they helped him. He thanked them and explained that he went to
that park ever since it opened around fifty years ago and wanted to
get one last memory with it before it went away forever.
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