Shirt sleeves rolled up, the crisp cold morning air kisses the bare skin on my forearms, as I cycle through the lanes and back alleys to work. I stand on the peddles of the bike - in flight just a few inches from the blurred ground. Past the whistling postman always in shorts, as startled Robins dash from hedgerows, I glide and stall, turning and hovering without any effort. Rain from last night’s summer storm has left the air clean and fresh, and even the grey sky threatening more rain cannot stop me being; this morning – glad to be alive.
Dicky Carter is a resident of Farnborough, birthplace of the Chav, home of the neck tattoo.
This is a well written and exhilarating read Dicky, I felt I was right there with you. So often it really is taking notice of the little things all around us that can give meaning to our daily lives.
ReplyDeleteThis is a masterpiece; a perfect description in only 100 words. There are a handful of writers I know of who can do this and you should be proud that you're one of them :)
ReplyDeleteBeatiful. Riding my bicycle almost exclusively this summer, I can identify.
ReplyDeleteTransported by the experience. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully descriptive 100 :)
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to see a cheerful, refreshing post from you, Dicky. Good 100.
ReplyDeleteI love it! Fantastic stuff...that is discipline...im horrible aat the 100 word thingy...i always end up writing a bazillion...keep practicing dan :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant :)
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