“Hey, man, are you okay?”
“Nothing’s broken on me, but my front rim is bent to hell,” Tom replied, getting up and dusting himself off. “I told you it was getting too dark for us to be riding our bikes.
“What happened?” Eddie asked. “You were hauling ass and the next thing I know, you took a spill and were sprawled out on the ground.”
“Everything was cool until I saw what I thought was tumbleweed blowing across the path.”
“Tumbleweed caused you to fall?”
“Not unless tumbleweed has eyes, ears, and legs,” Tom said. “It was a goddam jackrabbit.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Danny Bowman.