Fiction Friday: The Motorcycle
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play. Check out the link at the end of my story to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.
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The Motorcycle
Granddad willed it to us.
Mom was horrified.
That’s when we knew it was more than a piece of junk. 
The metal was corroded and rusted. The seat was brittle and missing bits of leather.
We waited until Mom was inside.
My brother swung his leg over and sat. “Get on,” he ordered.
I willingly obeyed.
He turned the key. The engine roared. The motorcycle changed. The metal turned to gold. The seat became well-oiled leather.
Mom came screaming out of the house demanding we stop.
With a wave and a smile, we disappeared to another world and an amazing adventure.
The End
What a great piece of art and short story! Can I come tooooooooo
I love that bike. I wish I could have one, even if it just sits there and looks great.
Thats exactly what I thought !