for Friday Fictioneers.
My friend Rosey, some mates and I were at the pub when in swaggered leather-clad Biker Bob.
“Got a new machine” he proudly announced. “Come see”.
We followed him outside.
“Dah-dah!” he cried, gesticulating proudly.
Immediately, Rosey requested a ride! Bob tossed her a crash helmet.
“I can’t see,” shouted Rosey putting it on back to front!
Bob climbed astride and fired it up and we hoisted Rosey onto the throbbing pillion saddle. “Ooh, this feels good!” she chuckled!
Bob revved the engine, released the clutch and shot away … as Rosey tumbled backwards into our arms!
Not seen him since.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Lisa Fox for the picture.
Poke Froggie to join in the fun!
There are heaps more stories about my friend Rosey here –