Flash Fiction Contest

From the park-and-ride lot, it is nine miles down hill, so I don’t have to arrive sweating and hot. At the end of the day the uphill workout burns off stress. The road from the interstate highway into town is four lane with a whole extra lane for a shoulder, separated by a rumble strip. What could be a safer place to ride a bicycle?

Except for the driver texting on a sunny afternoon who didn’t hear or feel the vibrations. On my evening return journey I stop and pause before the white ghost cycle and the white flowers.

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10 Responses

  1. Those ghost cycles are powerful, but sadly just another bike that many cage drivers don’t see.

  2. Too many of them dot the landscape these days. I stay in woods more than I used to. This story sounds like my old commute, only 8 miles down hill to my bike shop and 8 tiring uphill miles home. I miss it since I sold the bike shop.

  3. Aah, a ghost story.I dabbled with the idea because of the flowers connect, but then thought I’ll write something more cheerful. Loved this one. Merry Christmas.

  4. I wish this story weren’t such a sad reminder of (apparently) life in our 21st century. 😦

  5. Glad you could join us at the Ranch, Mark! Your flash juxtaposes the focused bicyclist with the distracted driver, using the white flowers to speak to the danger. Well done!

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