How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Motorcycle

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“Happy fortieth, Mom.”

“Thanks, Bobby. Roses—my favorites.”

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Cindy’s husband squirmed as if he needed the restroom. Face flushed and eyes ablaze, he grabbed her hand. “Remember your motorcycle lessons?” He cleared his throat.

“Y-e-s?”

“You passed, and I bought you a Cruiser too—”

“What?” She bounced up and down and flung her arms around Tom’s neck. “Where is it?”

His eyebrows twitched like poodle tails. “Don’t stand there. Hustle, hustle.”

“Bobby, come on.

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The Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan is here. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. For the rules and how to join, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/

The word limit for Motorcycle is 75 words. I used every last one.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

60 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Motorcycle

  1. What a great present! Very cool start to this one. 🙂

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  2. Hope the leather gear comes with it 🙂 Cool 75 worder madam x

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  3. ‘His eyebrows twitched like poodle tails’…best simile I have heard in a very long time! Love it. Do you have a poodle by any chance?

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  4. How did you ever come up with that. Do you have a 40 year old female friend who wants to ride motorcycles? I’ve taken to falling at the strangest times this last year. No way would I trust myself on a cycle!

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  5. Good job! I would be happy with the roses 🙂 Loved the poodle tails.

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  6. Fun story! Everyone needs a little adventure every now and again 🙂

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  7. I identify with this story. At the age of 62 my Son’s friends loaned me their leathers etc. and I sped around the race track with my arms around my beautiful son as he gave me the ride of my life. I loved every millisecond. Go Cindy

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  8. Now that’s a gift. Not that I ride. they scare me to death.

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  9. I can visualize her facial expression when told about her gift. A forty-year-old giving little leaps of joy right before hugging her husband.

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  10. What a fun read Tess, you write these so well. I’ve had my fun times on motorcycles in the past. Weeeee……

    Happy Wednesday, G

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  11. Now all you gotta do is set the next scene in an emergency room.

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  12. Nice gift, Tess. I prefer four wheels myself, though!

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  13. Oh I love the eyebrows twitching like poodle tails! Wonderful Tess! Still laughing…as for the motorcycle gift, well, lucky Cindy. I think. I’m not much of a bike girl. My ex has a Fat Boy Harley. He always said he wanted one. I told him be careful what you wish for… 😉

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  14. I’ve learned there is nothing like the love of a motorcycle. But I’ve let that kind of love pass me by. Great scene though.

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  15. Tess, love motorcycles. It’s been years since I’ve straddled one but in my misspent youth it happened fairly often. Back then there was little use for a helmet. Those days are gone – probably far the better for it. Nicely written.

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  16. Your stories always so original, I love them!

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  17. I would marry THAT man…again!

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  18. Tess – I luv it. I can see those eyebrows blowing in the wind!

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  19. One adventurous Mom! Good story against the middle-aged rut cliché.

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