FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #22

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner is a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. It is the desire of this challenge to allow writers the opportunity to clear the cobwebs from a more tedious and involved project. Becoming a part of a new and growing writer’s community might be just what the doctor ordered to rejuvenate your writing juices.

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This is our photoprompt this week:
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Go on, give it a try and enjoy!

Fred hated this road.
He didn’t own a car, and had to rely on his trusty pushbike. None of these fancy models with gears that you could ride uphill. Oh no, his was the old variety that lived completely up to its name of PUSHbike.
He sighed, and plodded upwards.
He was early, as the shoe repairer wasn’t open yet. He never knew if that was good sign or not. Old Man Jarvis had been in business when he was a boy and was probably the oldest guy in town when he came to think of it.
Fred was getting old too. Now in his seventies, he was amazed that he could still manage this climb.
But it was worth it.
The little patisserie at the top did the best meringues and sweet pastries in the country.
He always bought an extra one and having loaded up his basket (yes, his bike was that old), he looked forward to the downhill thrill of sitting in the saddle, lifting his feet and letting gravity do the rest, just as he had as a child, the pastry melting in his mouth.
He often wondered if Mother knew.

195 words

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