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I confess, this is a rerun from four years ago. Some might remember, some won’t. At any rate, I’ve been out town for a week and am taking the liberty of not racking my brain to come up with a new story. 😉 It is a new prompt though.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Arthur mopped his forehead with his sleeve while holding his bicycle’s handlebar with his opposite hand. He tried to keep up with his buddy who had been blessed with longer legs.
“Wait up, Bill!”
The other boy grinned over his shoulder. “Pedal faster, slowpoke. The fish ain’t gonna wait all day, ya know.”
Once they reached the river, the boys laid their poles beside their bicycles and raced to the bank.
Relishing the cool water, Arthur sighed. “Pedaling’s hard work. Someone oughta build a bike with a motor.”
“Who knows, Mr. Davidson?” Bill Harley splashed and sputtered. “Maybe someone will.”