The bus was late again. The third time this week, and another blot against my name at the office. Only one thing for it—after years of keeping it hidden, it was time to unlock the power that had been handed down to me. Over the weekend, I brushed up on the necessary skills. Come Monday morning, I donned the requisite black hat, coat and gloves, waved goodbye to Salem the cat and flew off down the road. As I sped past the line of slow-moving vehicles, I whispered thanks to Grandma. The Norton hadn’t missed a single beat.
david milner
27/10/2023 07:02:50 pm
Ha-haaa, Go Glo Curl....
Glo Curl
29/10/2023 05:00:14 pm
Did you like that? Actually only ridden pillion, but then this is fiction isn't it? :)
Sue Clayton
28/10/2023 11:59:21 pm
I'd ride the Norton over riding a bus any day; even better if it was a Harley.
Glo Curl
29/10/2023 05:03:23 pm
Indeedy!
Paul Freeman
29/10/2023 12:04:26 am
Yet got me!
Glo Curl
29/10/2023 05:05:08 pm
That's good. Only use the broomstick for social purposes lol.
Maggie Elliott
3/11/2023 08:44:54 am
Loved this. Made my day start with a smile. Comments are closed.
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