“Gosh, she was so beautiful. She must have been, what 17 years old? Yeah.
Her smile caused my heart to pump as she pedaled this bike towards me.
I thought she was going to run right into me, but she stood on the brake pedal
causing the bike to slide to a stop. She laughed when I jumped out of the way.”
The old man continued on with his story of his wife’s bike, but the only one
listening was the old chocolate brown labrador sitting by his side. The sun
was beginning to make it to high noon, time for a nap. He and the ol’
dog went inside the house after he completed the story.
He removed his coat and tossed it on the chair with his tie following. “It’s
just you and me now boy,” said the old man.
He lay down on the bed but sleep wouldn’t come. Then he heard a knock
at the door.
Was Virginia from the church? She handed him some food she and some
of the other ladies had prepared for him.
He thanked her and watched as she backed out of the drive.
Copyright © 2008 by Preston Surface. All Rights Reserved.
Preston Surface
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It’s a beauty. I don’t know why old rusty stuff is so appealing.
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