Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Short Story – The Bike by Annika Perry

Today is the last in the posts from the archives of Annika Perry and a short story that is very emotive and also I am sure will resonate with parents of those who love the thrill of riding two wheel racing machines.

The Bike by Annika Perry

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Death came to his eyes that day. The advert had gone into the paper on Thursday and since then three calls, two visits and now a sale. He’d never expected this to happen. Why couldn’t he see this? Since he was three he’d lived on two wheels. Scooters, bikes, mountain bikes, motorbikes and trial bikes. The one selling today he’d only got last year.

For two long summers he’d worked at the hotel saving up; hospital corner after hospital corner on the beds, scraping his knuckles endlessly on the dark wood frame, loo after loo scrubbed, room after room vacuumed. He’d had a laugh with the other cleaners too – sorry, ‘maintenance crew’ or such nonsense. At lunchtimes they’d gathered in an unoccupied room watching sport on Sky, sometimes they’d sneak a few beers with them.

A couple of times he’d sneak Jessie from reception into a room. Together they’d tried out the double bed. Hmm…Jessie. She’d gone off to uni now. Of course, she’d wanted to do all that ‘long distance relationship’ rubbish. No way. Those never worked out. He’d told her so too. Okay, telling her by text might have been a mistake; his Mum had laughed nervously when he told her how he’d broken up with Jessie. His Dad just scowled audibly with disapproval. What the heck! It was his life.

They were here now. A couple with a Range Rover and a trailer bouncing behind. Adam, their son, scuttled out of the car and dashed up to the bike, his enthusiasm leaving a trail of happiness in his wake. So young. Just wait until life hits you, Adam. There he was, Adam, stroking, actually stroking the handlebars of his motorbike, now ducking down to look at the wheels, his head turning in exclamation to his parents, then an adoring glance at the engine. Joy radiated from his eyes.

Better get this over with, he thought, grabbing the keys from the pristine kitchen counter, reaching for the helmet on the stool. In the hall he looked into the mirror and thought ‘smile’. The corners of his mouth turned up into a grimace; that’ll do he reckoned as he headed out.

Hollow darkness filled his eyes as the car pulled away, his trial bike rattling in the trailer. An unfathomable emptiness cascaded over him as he glimpsed it for the last time.

He’d won three championships on that. Local ones but still. He’d been taught by the top rider in the country for a while. Then the falls! Remember the one on the moors, skidding down the muddy hillside, leg trapped beneath his bike, engine still running. Caked in mud, he’d got up and rejoined the race. Finished last but he’d laughed all the way to the line, celebrated all night with his mates, the most inglorious defeat and the photos of the day shared avidly on Twitter and Facebook.

Photos. He’d better take them off. Him and his bike. Just him now. As if he could ever have made it, been a real success. Stupid dreams. Those days of foolishness. Days of waste.

He took his mobile from his back pocket, scrolled through the photos. Here one on holiday with his friends all on their trial bikes. Who was that stranger staring at him, with a smile shining on his face? Who was that guy, laughing with his friends, his arm draped round his bike, chin resting on the seat? Click. Delete. Click. Delete. Whoever he was, he was gone. Click. Delete. The look of death in his eyes.

©Annika Perry 2015

Thanks to Annika for this wonderful short story. One that I am sure will stay with you. Please share where you can. Thanks Sally

About Annika Perry

Although writing has always been a lifetime passion for Annika, her route to full-time writing has been circuitous and she formerly worked within journalism and the timber trade before severe illness and motherhood gave her an opportunity to pursue her dream.

Annika’s First Prize win in the ‘Writing Magazine’ short story competition was the much needed impetus and confidence booster for her to complete the first novel, ‘Island Girl’, which is currently in the final editing stages. Annika is also working on the last edits of her first short story collection which she hopes to publish this year.

As well as writing, Annika is an avid reader (a world without books is unimaginable for her), a keen gardener, walker and she enjoys travel (in spite of her well-documented fear of flying!)

For the past two years blogging has become an important part of her life and she deeply values the friendships formed here on WP via the warm encouraging and uplifting comments. She lives in the South East of England with her husband and teenage son.

Connect to Annika

Blog    https://annikaperry.com
Twitter    https://twitter.com/AnnikaPerry68

I am now looking for archive posts for the festive season.. short stories fiction and non-fiction, food and recipes, humour, memorable Christmas’s etc.  Please send one or two posts to sally.cronin@moyhill.com.. I will be resuming the regular archive series in the New Year.  Thanks Sally.

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103 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Short Story – The Bike by Annika Perry

  1. Sally, it has been a huge privilege and delight to be part of this series – thank you so much! 😀I’ve met so many new bloggers over the past four weeks and it’s been wonderful to be part of the community surrounding your blog – your bring out the best in us and WP as a whole. ❤️

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  2. Reblogged this on Annika Perry's Writing Blog and commented:
    I’ve been thrilled to take part in Sally’s ‘Posts from Your Archives’ and it’s been a delight to both make new friends here on WP and say hello to existing ones. Thank you so much Sally for all your hardwork and the opportunities here on your blog.

    This final of my four instalments features one of my shorter stories which is also included in my short story anthology out soon. Enjoy!

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  3. A fab story Annika! Well done. Hubby is in his 60s and still rides motorcycles. Just sold his Ducati and bought a BMW. He´s always a bit sad when he sells a bike but not long and he has another. Hope he has many more years of riding in him!!

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  5. Thanks Sally for posting Annika’s post. Annika, I love this story and the strength with which you portray the love of this young boy/man and his big passion. The loss of such dreams are tough but I hope he found a way later – or a new dream.
    Miriam

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  6. What a powerful story, Annika. The emotion of your MC resonates from start to finish, refusing to let gone. I particularly found the ending (as he’s deleting photos) a gut punch of emotion. So sad….and so well portrayed!

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  7. I think there’s a lot ‘unsaid’ in this story, as well as the story of a young man who decides to give up what he loves. Why did he do it? And did he prevent his own death by doing so? Ohhh, so many questions. I wouldn’t want my son driving one of these, I must admit. A good friend lost her husband when he decided, at 55, that it was time for him to ‘live a little’ and buy a motorcycle. I’ll leave it at that… :-0

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  8. A wonderful story, Annika, about growing up and growing older and leaving behind the youthful dreams. It’s always sad to see young people lose their passions but at least he was able to pass his joy on to the young Adam. Perhaps the unnamed bike rider will fulfill newer dreams with someone who wants to share a different kind of passion. Don’t we all yearn for childhood.

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    • Jacqui, what a warm and generous comment. This Posts from the Archives is an inspired feature and hugely successful as far as I can tell…it’s been a joy meeting everyone and I agree wholeheartedly that it feels like they’re all friends. Wonderfully written! Wishing you a lovely weekend, Jacqui! xx

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  9. What a wonderful story, Annika. Sometimes I wish I could’ve forgone the “growing up” part and stuck with the wild energy of youth. You’ve captured that here, that point where we accept (often reluctantly) that we need to move on from those days. 🙂

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  10. Sally thank you for sharing Annika’s amazing story.. 🙂

    Thank you Annika, that was a wonderful read.. You captured the excitement and the thrill of biking and letting it go.. I can so relate to this, as I had an cousin who was Motor Bike mad.. and finally aged 60 let his last bike go.. .. So you portrayed this brilliantly.. 🙂
    Sue ❤

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