Teshuva
Ari loved this short cut through town, the cobblestone alley dipping along. He’d align his tires just right over the ramps, practically gliding. It had become a competition on how fast he could deliver bread to the Shuk.
He was late, again. Last night was a doozy. He couldn’t help but linger in bed a moment more. Not with Amber wrapped around him. Months he pursued her forbidden fruit.
In the midst of his revelry he realized the brakes wouldn’t work. Yelling and waving he hoped desperately the two girls in front of him would get out of the way.
Word Count: 100
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I was unable to participate in this one, but I had a similar scenario in mind…hoping the girls would get out of the way of a guy who had kidnapped me and was trying to escape the police who were in hot pursuit.
Love it. Thanks Mamma.
oops!Too much day dreaming and fun-not enough attention on his present,eh?Loved that you left the ending open to the reader’s imagination:-)
Never know where this ride will take him on every account. Thanks.
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Dear Dana,
You had me at the title. 😉 Good one with ptoential disaster.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. You had me at the title is better than hello for flash fiction.` Dana
Oh crap!
Indeed! Thanks Dawn
Haha! Sounds like today’s is going to be the fastest bread delivery ever. Love the word ‘doozy’.
Delivery at the speed of lightning. Another kind of bolt from God. Doozy is a fabulous word. I simply can’t find enough occasions to use it. Thanks Mike.
So much disaster on this road! Nice job.
Thanks Helena. I suspect disaster has travel this route throughout history.
Whatever happens, something will be broken. Nice number.
Thanks Patrick. There is always a price for tasting forbidden fruit.
“Breaks” or “brakes”? I think disaster looms, whatever. Well done.
Ha! Thanks for the correction Sandra. Yes disaster looms and their is a price to pay.
🙂 🙂