Wild Ride

(For terribleminds.com Flash Fiction Challenge: A Story in Five Sentences, 100 words max)


I sensed the pull of him as he passed, heard him call “race you to the park,” and followed the flash of his smile. My pumping the pedals was futile though, and his bike shorts fluttered into the distance.

Later I collapsed onto the grass, falling into his arm, into his scent—as familiar as his “I told you so” expression. It felt warm and right, until I slipped off with the cold turn of his shoulder and his snide, “Your lack of training shows.”

I rode home alone, wildflowers setting the hills ablaze in bright orange sparks.


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