Prompt ~ Fly
One day reminiscing about the things gone by, I asked the old man with long white beard, who everybody knows as Time – “Why fly when you can stroll?”
The old man gave me a pitying look and smiled sarcastically.
“Hey, act your age and slow down!” I persisted.
This time he metamorphosed in to a young kid on a 100 meter dash.
I chased him but soon I realized he was chasing me.
I stopped and turned back to let him catch up, but he took ages to reach me.
I smiled. “The age finally overtook you!”
“Yes, I let it!” He said.
“Then where is your relativity?” I teased him.
“I let it amalgamate in to space for the time being – so that you may enjoy an occasional stroll.”
He vanished before I could think of an appropriate retort (if there is one?).
Words ~ <333