(Author’s note: None. Enjoy the Fictioneers!)
© Jellico’s Stationhouse
by Miles H. Rost
Ron Bellio wheeled up alongside his pals, his small wire bike with big monster wheels in the back overshadowing the others.
“Hey, Ronny! Where’d you get the mutant?”
“Oh, the bike? Yo mamma!”
“What you say?!”
The sound of teasing filled the air, along with laughter and music as they rode down the street.
“Did you hear about Ali?”
“What about her?”
“She hit number one on the dance charts!”
“Auntie Ali?! Fat Ali?!”
Ron looked at his friends, smirking that his friends were talking about his cousin.
“You shouldn’t call her fat. She’s got more muscle than all you now.”
Alison Moyet, of the duo “Yazoo” (aka Yaz)
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I love her music. Nicely done.
I loved ‘Alf’ back in the day! An Essex girl with one heck of a voice! 🙂
Wonderfully captured scene of childhood. I used to have bikes made of spare parts I found in junk piles. They were some of the ugliest bikes ever, but they rode well!
I like the music, but I think of Alison Moyet from her later work, like Hoodoo (great album). Nice story.
I really like the exchange. It makes me think of growing up, of the things we considered important, cool, or fun.
I loved the voice in your story. Bikes are like story’s one builds them out of bits and pieces.
Great dialogue. I could picture the ragtag group of boys.
It’s amazing how many kids who were “nobodys” in school went on to great success, while others claiming the title Most-Likely-to-Succeed became “nobodys.”
Great voice and great dialogue. And I love the music, too.
You captured the interaction brilliantly, well done