Copyright –Anelephantcant
THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
On my tenth birthday I was given my first and only bike.
It was my pride and joy.
It was loyal and reliable
When I went to uni it would sit patiently awaiting our ride home.
One night the bike disappeared.
I had tied it to the tree outside the pub door.
I looked high and low for weeks.
After six months I had given up all hope.
A mate reminded me of the night we had had at the Glacier Hotel.
‘What a night,’ he said, ‘Thank goodness my wife came and drove us home.’
The Glacier?
Morpethroad 
That’s the way it goes! Nice one.
Thanks Sandra.
Nice little story? This guy sounds like he has had a few too many!
Yes, much to his embarressment I am sure. Thanks Gabriella for your comment.
Oh yes. That could really happen.
Thanks Patrick. You’d be so pissed off though.
Dear Summerstommy,
I laughed out loud at the ending of your story. Well done. 🙂
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle, I am happy you liked my piece.
I’m smiling. I wonder where the bike ended up? Funny, but the other day the was a bloke (guy) on the High Street and he was cutting through the padlock on a bike with a torch … (This bit IS true)!
Thank you Ann it is a small world isn’t it.
No that was not me….
That ranks right up there as one of the most embarrassing moments, I’d say. Like Ann, I wonder where that bike ended up or if it was still there (wherever “there” turned out to be.)
janet
Thanks Janet. I think ‘there’ is probably the same place missing socks go.
🙂 Good guess!
oh I think we have all been there at one time or another 😉
Thank you RM. Seemed like a good idea at the time…..such fun.
Thank you RM yes some guys are never meant to learn.
Ahhh, Alcohol. Amazing how it can wipe out memories. Sadly, surely the bike will have been removed by now…
Oh you never know some respectful soul may be watching over it still. Thank you for your comment.
I have had nights like that…
Well I think many have. Thank you for your comment.
That sends a blast from the past – in my defence I have to say that I never had a car to drive to town on a night out; my father lent me his as it was pouring with rain, to come home by taxi seemed the normal thing to do…car on bricks minus wheels.. the memory is painful still…
Well done, thank you for the trip down memory lane
Dee
My pleasure Dee. Thank you for the comment, I am pleased my words have sparked such a’painful’ memory.