Whoever thought Flash Fiction would be so much fun? I will tell you who, the one hundred or so willing volunteers of Ms.
Rochell Wisoff-Fields weekly habit. We wait impatiently for her to sort through her growing archive of photos submitted by many of us for a photographic prompt.
I myself have tried to focus my sights on some unique photographic moments so i can add to the fun. So far I have not submitted anything, but I am collecting all the same.
I want to pause a moment here to point you Flash Fiction fans to another opportunity. I found this earlier in the week and it is an opportunity to write flash for possible inclusion in a quarterly publication. The publication is called The Flash in the Pan and you can find out more by following this link.
The photo this week is from Anelephancant. I took a look at the photo, then headed out to the garden to haul a half-dozen loads of mulch to rescue my tomato plants from the weeds infestation and while there I settled on what follows. I hope you enjoy.
(Genre: Humor 99 words)
A roar, applause. Oh, yeah, Le Tour. The one time each year my flaws are glaring.
Who wants to be one of those high-priced models?
Yes, my tires are fat, my frame isn’t lightweight. You are right, old-fashioned handlebars. I am built for comfort not speed.
I have seen what they do to the bikes in Le Tour. They wear them out on the Pyrenees. Push them like they are space age machines. Trust me, glamour isn’t worth that abuse.
Besides, they never mention the bike anyway, it’s always the rider. Let’s see him do it without a bike.