First Bicycle
✦ 55-Fiction · Slice of Life
Father held the bicycle seat with both hands, running along the gravel road behind me. "Pedal faster, son! Do not look down!" The wind roared in my ears, thrilling and terrifying. When I turned back, grinning with pride, Father was fifty yards away, standing panting in the dust, wiping tears with his soiled cotton shirt.
A 55-Fiction is a micro-story told in exactly 55 words — no more, no less. Every word earns its place.
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