It's pretty in a rusty greasy gear head type of way and I'm not ashamed to say it. In fact, it makes me want to dig out my halloween costume and go find a dirigible. Which brings me to my submission.
|Copyright Sandra Cook|
The young pilot eyed the contraption eagerly. The old tramp watched as the youth approached the steps of the local saloon. The tramp recognized the want in her coveteous eyes. Everyone who saw it had the same look.
“I see you looking at the bike little lady.” The tramp siddled between her and the bike.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about old man.” The pilot knew his kind. Meddling. Out to make some money.
“Sure you do. But this baby ain’t for sale.” He patted the seat.
She drew her pistol, aiming it at the old tramp. “Mister, everything’s for sale. Now get out of my way.”
The Blog Hop is going pretty good this week, so you should all take a look inside and see what the other awesome writers take from this work of art. Don't forget to drop by Rochelle's blog for the rules and tips on how to induce labor. Hopefully you'll participate too.