Roadside Seat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 28, 2019

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Roadside Seat.

Asher had been riding motorbikes ever since he was old enough. At only twenty-two years of age that wasn’t so long but he considered himself to be one really experienced rider. Any distance, any route, he’d take it on, pot-holes or ruts or whatever the road liked to throw at him.

He’d been on some pretty hairy rides but had always, always managed to stay on the saddle. He’d always kept the bike, and there had been more than one, upright. So why was he now sitting on the side of the road?

Somewhat dazed and confused he looked back at the road behind him. There was nothing there but clear flat tarmac. Not a lump or a bump, no sign of a pothole or of any debris that could have caused him to lose control.

And yet, even though he had no memory of falling, there was no denying that he was now off the bike and on the tarmac. Something had made him fall off.

He sat there, shook his head slightly then made to get up, and as he did, he could have sworn that the motor bike gave him a warning growl.


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