This is my first time at Flash Fiction. Hope this story makes justice. We have to basically write a short about the promo they have every week. I have added the picture. Click the link for more info. I am going to be a bit busy because my semester exams are starting soon. So please don’t mind if I am not consistent.
The Lonely Bicycle
As I see the abandoned bicycle lying there, deserted, against the wall, I remember the good times when Max was here. Oops! Looks like my bread is already ready. For a while now, ever since Max left for college, I have been feeling so distressed and empty. It’s this common mother thing, but since he was the only one left for me after my husband’s death, I think I became a little more emotionally dependant on him.
(Image courtesy of Pixabay)
I miss those lovely times we used to have loading his bicycle for delivering my bread. These days I have other people coming over to do the job. I was annoyed at first to give someone else Max’s place, but got used to it with no other option.
Yet another day and that little brat is again late. As I wait for the ring, someone knocks. Looks like the brat has finally come.
“Mam, is the bread ready for delivery?” I stand there in bewilderment.
“Max!!!” Tears of joy fill my eyes….
“Happy birthday Mama!!”
(word count: 168)