Lancelot's Last Ride

Lancelot, the carousel steed, carried his tiny knight with a plastic sword round. The world a blur of lights and laughter.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in his pole, the world tilted, and the boy's joy turned to terror.

With a final snap, Lancelot crashed, his knight tumbling into the dust.

For the first time in an eternity, he was still. The world spun without him.

Lancelot tasted the sweet freedom of oblivion. No more endless circles, no more forced smiles. Just the quiet embrace of nothingness. He had won.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and this is Day 2. This challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.