By S. Webb
Art revved the motor, feeling the sweet power of his ride straining at the starting line. His mechanic had done an outstanding job giving the beast a once over in the shop. Glancing over at his competitor, he held his gaze, steely eyed as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He lived for this moment. The challenge of the race, the excitement. The adulation of the crowd of women. Just as he was set to unleash the beast, an orderly rounded the corner and planted himself squarely on the track. “You guys were told to stop racing your scooters in the hall!”
Go Art! Love the concept and humour at the end 🙂
Thank you!
Yeah! The thrill never dies!? Fun read.
My husband used to race cars and I pictured him being Art a couple years down the road. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Ha ha, made me smile
Anytime I get a smile I consider the story a success. Thanks for reading.
Fun read but I doubt there was much adulation from the women residents. 😉
This made me smile, widely! 🙂
Ha! great story-I would be one of those women on the sidelines placing my bet!
Sweet!
Definitely made me smile. Loved the surprise ending!
This one made me laugh! Thanks for the lighthearted moment on a dreary day.
You gave me a smile too. Nice work!
You have captured a child’s imagination brilliantly.
I love this!! I was drawn in and the ending totally made me smile
Wonderful imagination. Why can’t the elderly have a bit of fun!