I was not able to do justice to the fabulous photo Angela at Anonymous Legacy posted for this week's Visual Dare flash fiction challenge, but here you go. I hope you'll join me in following the links on Angela's blog post to see what others had to say.
His Own Beat
“I’ll tell you what, my friend, I may have to go the same direction as everyone else, but I’m going to get there in my own way.”
I glanced him, wary of a stranger talking to me on the street corner. His afro was 40 years out of date, and his clothes looked to be just as old, both in style and wear. He was smiling, though, and in a friendly way, not in a way that made the skin on my spine crawl.
The light turned and we each pedaled away, I in the latest neon-bright Lycra cycling style and on my carbon-fiber bike. He balanced on his rear tire, front forks empty. As I noticed the fuzzy dice tied to his high handlebars, I was bored with myself.
He laughed as he rode away. “Life is good, man, life is good!”
