Shouldn’t laugh, but…

Bicycle crash

Shifting her weight on the hard seat at the sports arena, Wilhelmina tried to get comfortable while simultaneously trying to push an unpleasant memory to the back of her mind as her grandchildren sat down beside her with their cotton candy and ice-creams in the heat of the afternoon sun.

Well, it wasn’t that unpleasant really, it was just that she felt guilty whenever she remembered the day at this very racetrack when her little brother, Robert, had fallen off his penny farthing bicycle and landed face first in the dirt; she shouldn’t have laughed so hard, but the way he’d lain there with that look on his face as Uncle Fred took that picture – the expression on his face…

Her grandchildren were clamouring for her attention, rousing her from her reverie, and so the image dissipated from her mind as she answered their questions about what was happening and when the race would start and what they would do next.

After she’d finished answering them, her mind wandered as she stared out the track…her grandchildren jumped as she suddenly started shaking, her hands covering her face, their eyes widened as she threw her head back and roared with great peals of laughter – for she had seen Robert again.

His ghost was dragging itself slowly face first along the racetrack, bicycle and all, and he was dragging himself along in exactly the same manner as her dog dragged its arse along the rug at home.

Lillie McFerrin Writes
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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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