Friday Fiction: The Boy On The Bicycle

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Copyright – Danny Bowman

The Boy On The Bicycle

His mother drummed it into him from an early age, waggling her finger to drive the point home:

–          If you get lost, you call me. Doesn’t matter where you are, I’ll find you.

And now he was lost. Very lost. And he wanted his mummy. But most of the callboxes were too high for someone of his stature. He wasted hours leaping in futile attempts to knock the handset off the cradle, while passersby jeered and called him fugly.

The truth was, if that boy on the bicycle hadn’t shown up, ET would never have managed to phone home.

(100 words)

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For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link below to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

This week’s photo is courtesy of Danny Bowman

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