FFfAW-Bicycle for Two

I saw the boys riding their bicycle built for two every single day, right after lunch. I found myself looking forward to seeing them each day. Then, one day, I didn't see them.

I watched for them every day but they didn't show up. I began to get frantic. Where are the boys? Why have they stopped riding their unusual bike?

My mind went into many different directions and I decided to inquire about them.

I asked the corner grocer if he knew the boys on the bicycle built for two. He told me he did know them but hadn't seen them in several weeks. He had no idea where they had gone.

A patron of the grocery store overheard me asking about them and quickly told me what he knew.

The boys are brothers and the older brother left to join the military. The younger brother left for a boarding school.

Life changes so quickly. Not only for the brothers, but also for me. With sadness, I stopped watching for the boys each day.


Thank you dorothy for our photo prompt this week!


This is my 175 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

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63 thoughts on “FFfAW-Bicycle for Two

  1. Sometimes it’s sad when children grow up. That wonderful innocence goes away and they join the adult world with all its foibles. I understand the feeling of this story. I’m making sure to enjoy every moment of my daughter’s childhood. I won’t be there forever.

    • You’re right and I think it is wonderful that your are enjoying every moment of your daughter’s childhood because one day she will grow up and have a life of her own.

    • Yes, that’s true. Time does fly by! Thank you so much Keith! Keith, I had to delete your story from InLinkz because it wasn’t linked up properly. When I went in to read your story it gave me the message, “Oops, the post you are looking for is not there.”

  2. Beautiful one PJ. Reminded me of my school days, when two of my friends just stopped coming. Later I found that their fathers had gotten transfers in their jobs and moved to different towns. As Iain said, life goes on…

  3. And life goes on! It’s an inevitable, but sad parting that comes with change, but I think you’ve captured the bittersweetness of that perfectly.

  4. Love your story. A great example of how one reoccurring event can impact our life without us realizing it until the event comes to an end. Then, we realize how much we were involved and we question it’s end . She no longer sees them riding the bike, but at least in this case she knows why. The why is not always answered for us and we move on without an answer.

  5. The world can change and move on so quickly sometimes, and your story illustrates this perfectly. I’m glad their absence isn’t anything more serious than changing locations. Nicely done, PJ. 🙂

  6. That is sad for the brothers losing that time together and for the narrator watching them. For her/him it seems like a special part of her day she looks forward to. It’s sad sometimes when these moments we take for granted in each day disappear. Also wrote my piece for this one today, finally!

    • It is strange that when we get use to seeing something each day, like the brothers riding the bicycle for two, we feel we have formed some type of relationship with them – they become part of our life. She felt like she lost two close friends when they stopped riding their bike. I look forward to reading your submission!

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