Sarah Ann Hall

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#FridayFictioneers – 19/7/13 – Why the bicycle loves the tree

with 20 comments

Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to stimulate and inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry. The Friday Fictioneers then post their stories.

Visit Rochelle’s site for more details of how to join in, and read other stories inspired by the prompt by clicking on the blue guy.

 

This is my last Friday Fiction post for a while as I’m off to spend a couple of weeks with my antipodean nephews. Bearing this in mind, I decided that whatever this week’s prompt might be, I needed to practise my children’s story telling skills. Thanks to AnElephant for the inspiration. Apologies to those whose stories I won’t find time to comment on (or reply to comments) after I go off-line Thursday.

 

Copyright -Anelephantcant

Copyright –Anelephantcant

Why the bicycle loves the tree (100 words)

Almost as soon as she was invented, the bicycle was exhausted. Her tyres bumped over cobbles and rattled her springs. Her saddle was squashed by backsides as big as an elephant’s. She was chased by dogs with lolling tongues, as the butcher’s boy used her to deliver sausages. Her handlebars bruised every time the newspaper boy threw her to the ground. Meandering young lovers stretched her crossbar, and her chain snapped when she was raced by Olympic hopefuls.

When the bicycle rested against the tree, it offered support and asked for nothing, and that’s when the bicycle fell in love.

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Written by Sarah Ann

July 18, 2013 at 2:19 pm

20 Responses

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  1. Very enticing title! And lovely post. 🙂
    Enjoy your time with your nephews! Is it Australia you’re going to.

    Gabriella

    July 18, 2013 at 2:30 pm

  2. Lovely read.

    All the best:-)

    yarnspinnerr

    July 18, 2013 at 3:49 pm

  3. […] Why the Bicycle Loves the Tree is a wonderful metaphor by Sarah Ann Hall […]

  4. This was beautiful, darling. A powerful metaphor.

    Helena Hann-Basquiat

    July 18, 2013 at 4:01 pm

  5. Such a sweet story, and I felt for the bike after enduring all those insults and injuries. A lovely way to end the story. And have a great time away!

    zookyworld

    July 18, 2013 at 6:38 pm

  6. Wow… I usually don’t go for the sweet stuff but this hit the spot. Have fun in Antipodea!

    erickeys

    July 18, 2013 at 7:18 pm

  7. I wonder what offspring we can expect?

    Joe Owens

    July 18, 2013 at 8:14 pm

  8. Good story! Have a great trip.

    janet

    sustainabilitea

    July 18, 2013 at 11:23 pm

  9. I really like this! It is very poetic.

    McGuffy Ann

    July 18, 2013 at 11:33 pm

  10. Your off to a great start. Bon Voyage!

  11. This is lovely. Who wouldn’t fall in love when supported by one who expected nothing in return?

    jannatwrites

    July 19, 2013 at 1:06 am

  12. This is lovely!

    Jan Brown

    July 19, 2013 at 5:54 am

  13. A beautiful story Sarah Ann. You excelled yourself this week. Have a great trip!

    Sandra

    July 19, 2013 at 7:31 am

  14. Very nice and interesting, I am sure the kids will love it!!

    chickpiggy

    July 19, 2013 at 12:12 pm

  15. Touching. And a nice social history of the bike.

    Enjoy down south.

    patrickprinsloop

    July 20, 2013 at 10:53 am

  16. Dear Sarah Ann,

    And they lived happily ever after with all their little boneshakers, right? Very sweet story. Enjoy your visit. You’ll be missed.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

    rochellewisoff

    July 20, 2013 at 10:10 pm

  17. Sweet story, I enjoyed it very much!

    steph

    July 20, 2013 at 11:04 pm

  18. Happy the bike finally found its rock.

    denmother

    July 21, 2013 at 1:53 pm

  19. So sweet, love the bicycle in love


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