Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Today we revisit Friends of the Doctrine. jenne and ceayr over at their bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge. The way it works is this: there is a photo provided, new for the week. All willing to try are invited to write a story, one of no more than two hundred-fity words that involve/relate-to/jeez-don’t-ask the aforementioned photo.
Pretty simple, isn’t it?
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You feel the bike increase in speed and choose to celebrate the fact that, despite what your children say, you’re not in all that bad a shape. Each downward extension of your legs is rewarded with freshening breeze on your cheeks.
<Hey. Has anyone seen gramps?>
Sure, this section of the riding path is newly paved and uncrowded.
The pedal no longer stabs the bunion on your left foot and, for a moment you feel a flutter above your ear, and remember how, in the sixth grade on the last day of class, you stood on the pedals facing backwards over the rear wheel, sped passed the front of school and the first and second grade kids came to the windows to cheer you on. You consider turning your head to look back along the way you came, but the breeze feels so good, even if it triggering ‘pins-and-needles’ in your scalp on the opposite of your head.
You can almost see them in the open windows when you hear voices.
<Call 911. Now! No, don’t move him.>
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About clarkscottroger
These days, it’s the cars I fear, not my age, although stunts are out, I admit.
Nice story, I could almost feel that breeze, too.
thankee (yeah, how is it bicycle design has changed so much since then… way higher off the ground and totally less stable than they were then)
Laughing here.
Way to go, gramps, with a bang, not a whimper!
damn straight, yo
Yep, bikes bring out the adventurer in us all!
And we will continue to pay no attention to the warnings of the young – even when lying on the pavement, waiting for the paramedics!
PS That was my trick – sitting on the handlebars riding backwards – but it was on a tricycle! A lot easier.
Love the story.
lol
to be a kid again. rubber bones and totally bullet-proof
Childhood tricks will put you in a fix.
Unless, of course, you’re composing a Six!
Nice one!
lol
(Don’t tell anyone. But this was a ‘one-take’ story. Halfway through I checked the word count (in WP editor) and it said 248 and I thought, ‘Excellent, it’s a wrap’ but it was counting the intro section along with the actual story. And, I’ll admit, the thought occurred to me, “Well, you gots at least one more sentence or some more ‘tphors.” But I read it and there was nothing more in my head. So I thought, the rules do say :”…words or less.”
I need to remember that next time
lol
Nice opener, got a little nervous with “anyone seen…”, totally enjoyed middle part.
The last line? Way to leave us wondering, eh? Did he or didn’t he.
Good question.
Great story!
Thank you, Miz H
Go Gramps. Don’t let a few tumbles and bruises hold you back.
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