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Click here"I'm hungry again," said Alan, smiling at the thought of just why he was so hungry. "I'm sure the farmer won't miss just a couple of apples." He picked two, and they bit into them as they returned hand in hand to their bicycles.
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Twenty years later, a blue electric hydrogen-fuel-cell hatchback whirred to a halt by the very same orchard. A smartly dressed man and a red-haired woman got out, followed by a little boy and girl of about ten and eight years respectively.
The couple shared a strange smile hinting secret knowledge, and past times remembered.
"Daddy? Why've we stopped here?" the little girl, Sarah, enquired.
"When daddy and I were students, we went on a cycle tour here. We just wanted to see if the place had changed," her mother replied.
Alan reached for two apples hanging from a bough projecting over the stone wall. He bit into one, handed the other to his wife, then hand in they walked back to their car.
i loved your story. it Almost makes me want to take up cycling. :)
Both of you will get the most horrible chafing sores, cycling that far in underpants! Commando is so much more comfortable. Very sweet story, though; congratulations.
So what's the Scot's name for 'sweet'? Because maybe the handsome beastie is also a sweet beastie, for he sure spins a romantic story. :) Good luck with the contest, Beastie.
Really enjoyed this, EB. Thanks so much for sharing your writing talents with us. *hugs*