AnElephantCant pretend he is perfect
But he usually writes the exact number of words
Sadly this week he blunders
Uses way more than 100
But it gives him an excuse for this execrable verse
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Presented weekly by pedal-pushing Rochelle, Tour leader to a peloton of superb cycling storytellers.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Although he is no longer young, he still gets a thrill from speed.
So he hurtles downhill into the busy roundabout with the wind in his teeth and a smile on his face.
His bicycle is almost as ramshackle as he is, and functions only marginally better.
So when he applies his brakes he knows immediately he is in trouble.
Because nothing happens, his cable is floating loose.
But he is famously fearless, almost to the point of insanity.
Or perhaps stupidity.
So he aims his front wheel at the tiny gap between the school bus and the German caravan.
He estimates that he has about 5 centimetres to spare on either side.
He explodes into laughter as, still at full speed, he careers through the gap.
And sees the dog.