Once more, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has challenged us to produce a hundred-word story to dramatize the photo of the week – and this time, I have failed. Oh, I have a story to share with you, but it’s really hard to tell a quasi-Victorian little story and keep it down to a mere 100 words – at least, I couldn’t. Here you are, a tale of ambition and modern technology and, of course, true love –
On a damp, chilly spring morning in the year 20–, a young gentleman set forth to participate in the Velocity Competition held in the town of C——-. His heart swelled with confidence, and indeed his current machine could scarcely be improved. The frame was of the finest cast iron, and two elegantly curved and conveniently positioned steering handles mounted before the operator’s seat served to guide it.
Once he won the race, the prize would fit him to request the hand of lovely Tiffany Maud. Settling himself astride the device, he placed his feet on the propulsionary pedals and thrust against them. And thrust again, and again. But alas, a week of rains had caused the vehicle’s iron frame to rust into an immovable, though sculptural, solid mass.
Poor guy! Nicely done, Sharon.
janet
He’s not having a good day! Thanks, Janet.
Bummer of a day, Sharon. Nicely written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Serious bummer! And it doesn’t help that he designed the contraption himself. Glad you like it.
Oh no and now he won’t win Tiffany, unless of course she is worth winning and takes him anyway!
Tiffany? Oh, she is a clear-eyed, pure-hearted maiden who would scorn the very thought of choosing wealth in preference to true love! In other words, of course he gets the girl! 😉
Poor guy, after all that work!
On the other hand, think of all the work he saves by not having to pedal a cast-iron tricycle all the way to town (let alone winning a race with it once he gets there!) 😉
🙂
I feel sorry for him. Great story
Thank you! Yes, it’s no fun facing an embarrassment like that – losing the race would be bad enough, but he won’t even manage to get there.
Plus wanting the girl. Living forever knowing how he lost her
I’m betting he got Tiffany even if his pedals couldn’t propulse. Any one who wins a race in that certainly would win Ms. Maud’s heart. 😉
I’m positive that she would scorn to accept any other suitor 🙂 After all, would Our Hero seek to win the heart of a girl who is less than pure and noble?
Fits the photo prompt nicely.
Thank you.
Poor guy. I’m afraid by the time he puts together another form of transportation, he will learn Miss Maudie has run off and eloped with another suitor in a carriage drawn by two white horses. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my Dumb Redneck.
I like the picture of the two white (galloping) horses! And they’d be a lot more practical, too.
Great story – love the name Tiffany Maud – shame he has missed his chance with her 🙂
By the end of the story he thinks he has missed his chance, but I’m not so sure of that. After all, Miss Tiffany is the perfect kind-of-Victorian heroine, and as such she can’t help seeing the sterling worth of the hero, and waiting nobly for him 😉 It may take him a while to realize that he still has a chance, but there’s a happy ending just waiting for the two of them!
Oh, and thank you for liking her name! I was trying to inflict a modern first name and a nineteenth-century middle name on the poor girl.
Oh no! He won’t get the girl after all. Bummer!
…Will he…or won’t he?…You can only say so much in a mere 128 words 😉
Oh no, not rust. He was so close to getting the girl of his dreams. How can he be foiled by rust? A good story.
Glad you like it! And once you bring cast iron into the story, can rust be far behind?
I think he’s got a chance at the girl anyway. If she’s the heroine in a Victorian-style story, her clear eyes and pure and noble heart can surely spot sterling worth at two hundred paces!
Great tale, very well told.
Loved it.
Thank you!
How well you captured that moment where the rider thrusts downwards on the pedal – repeatedly. I watch my husband do this quite often with his two classic bikes. I sometimes wonder where the attraction is.
I suppose there’s an extra thrill when it finally works? Well, as long as he’s enjoying it 😉