This weeks Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers was chosen from Pixabay, a great source for royalty free images.
Here is my entry to this weeks challenge. Many thanks to Priceless Joy for providing us each week with stimulating and thought provoking challenges.
I’ve got a time machine.
It has two wheels and a saddle.
Every time I look at it, images flash in my mind, as my thoughts return to a bygone era.
My body reacts and accompanies those images with body sensations of soreness, muscle cramps and shortness of breath.
Then, suddenly, breaking through the pain and discomfort comes glorious memories of exploration and white knuckle excitement.
I remember the wind on my face hurtling down a hill with reckless abandon, arms raised well above the handlebars.
No helmet, no kneepads, no high visibility ankle bands, wrist slapwraps or night vision safety vests.
My time machine takes me back to quieter times, lazily counting the cars on a 20 mile roundtrip. Authentic pedal power without air pollution or having to hold my breath when other road users approached.
So my time machine stays outside in the cold, I don’t even lock it anymore.
The pleasure of riding it has been sucked out of me.