Mother
always said Stewart was a dangerous combination of charm and chatter.
“That
boy could sell snow to Eskimos and I don’t like you mixing with his sort.”
Father
simply said Stewart came from the wrong side of town and I was strictly
forbidden to have anything to do with him.
Maybe
I should have listened because here I was two days after my eighth birthday
experiencing the worst day of my entire life.
I
had broken so many rules I believed I couldn’t ever go home. I would have to
live on the run with my ruined bicycle.
Sniffing
and wiping the stray tears on the back of my sleeve I desparately tried to look
brave.
Stewart
looked straight at me without passing judgement or even mocking me for crying.
That
day he taught me a valuable lesson.
“There’s more than one way to ride a bike you
know.”
Thanks
to Angela at her Anonymous Legacy blog for setting another great picture
challenge.
Can
you write a story in 150 words or less to go with the picture?
Great piece!
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ReplyDeleteA great story Sarah. It's amazing the valuable lessons we learn as kids!
ReplyDeleteI can hear the "Eye of the Tiger" music (or perhaps "Bad Medicine"?) ramping up in the background. Charm and chatter make a dangerous combination, indeed!! I love Stewart. He's intriguing. (But he'd better stay away from my bike!) :)
ReplyDeleteGreat story! LOL kinda reminded me of the time my son in law picked me up from work on his Goldwing 1200cc motorbike. I begged him not to do a wheelie...I think I popped some of his ribs that day :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have a friend lie Stewart. He makes life more interesting.
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