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The rumbling and thrusting sound of his superbike trembled across to his friend’s home, who was busy in slumber. He came and woke his friend up – “Hey, let’s go for a ride.” His friend got up. “No petrol” was his friend’s exact reply.
His friend gazed at the distant shed and spotted his old blue tinted bicycle there, staying there begging to be used for all this time.
“Leave the bike for now. Are you ready to ride free like the old days?” – His friend smiled and asked.
Written by Edwin Ronald Lambert for Three Line Tales, Week 75
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the only fuel the bicycle needs is energy and passion combined into one. a very different take on the prompt.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/bicycles.html
Yes.. It’s true. Thank you 🙂
How lovely and rejuvenating!!
Glad you liked it 🙂