Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Lisa Fox for the photo, whose efforts may be found here.
Less Scenic
Centuries cascaded over them like a wave decaying the shore, until Mike’s bike drops to the dusty earth.
“I-I-I,” he stammers as he looks over to Shannon, tears freely flowing down her cheeks.
She shakes her head while pressing an open hand against her lips as if she were trying to hold back an escaping army that was attempting to find freedom from somewhere within her.
He smiles softly and nods his head in understanding as several more ripples wash over him, she gasps in horror and shields her eyes as he falls forward onto the bikes decaying frame, motionless.
Thanks Neil, excited to have a crack here and there. I used to do a lot of these some years ago but unfortunately got out of the habit. Im trying to give a few a crack more often.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
You told a lot of story in 100 words. I interpret this as he’s a time traveler that comes back. You had me in tears by the end of it 😦
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Time travel is dangerous. Great writing.
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Dear Matthew,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. A rather bleak and horrifying story for your first ride. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. An evocative first offering
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Thanks Neil, excited to have a crack here and there. I used to do a lot of these some years ago but unfortunately got out of the habit. Im trying to give a few a crack more often.
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