Flash Fiction – Calling It a Day

Fiction under 250 words
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It wasn’t as if that would happen to me. If anything, I’m overly cautious and NEVER drive over the speed limit, much to the annoyance of the other drivers.

I tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter and walked over to the hallway mirror. I studied my eyes through the Plexiglas visor of the motorcycle helmet. The usually light brown eyes were almost black with anxiety.

It had been a beautiful day – sunny and warm. And yet, I passed two motorcycle accidents; one looked serious. Were people being careless? Were people so happy to be out and about on an unusually warm day in January that they forgot to be cautious?

I shivered and pulled off my riding gloves. I hated driving on city streets. People were oblivious enough without having to pay attention to small moving objects zooming past them at high speeds.

My family hated the fact that I rode a motorcycle. They didn’t understand the exhilaration, the sense of freedom, the sheer beauty of riding that close to nature. It was exciting to feel the air rush past my face; it was somehow comforting to feel my clothes plaster themselves against my skin.

This sense of freedom, however, did come at a cost, especially to careless riders.

I reached up and tugged off my helmet. I ran a hand through my short hair, trying to calm the static electricity.

Two accidents in one ride, maybe it was time to call it a day.

Thursday Thirteen – Shame on Me

Thirteen Things About Me I’m Not Proud Of

1. The really, really mean thoughts I have about stupid drivers.

2. When I add to my husband’s stress levels with my irrational behavior.

3. My lack of patience (truly, it’s a problem).

4. My intolerance for, um, less than intelligent people.

5. My inability to listen to people’s excuses (because sometimes there IS a good reason why they did what they did).

6. Jumping to conclusions before hearing all of the facts.

7. My outspoken, sometimes arrogant, opinions.

8. The fact that my lazy streak can last for DAYS, Grr.

9. The fact that I can sometimes be selfish with my time.

10. Not taking the time to really get to know my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

11. My tendency to avoid people because of my insane shyness (which is weird, I’m not always that way, but there are weeks I simply can’t bring myself to TALK to people. I know, it’s weird).

12. The two days of the month when I’m a walking hormonal witch and could care less about people’s feelings.

13. The fact that I spend way too much time on this blog and not enough time on my writing. (Seriously, I need to focus).

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