You can’t run from fate, when you’re on a stationary bike. – By @Mr_Shankly
For anyone interested in creative writing, I’ve joined Bare Bones, a flash fiction club with monthly challenges and (e)meet ups.
This month’s brief was to bring a little humour back to daily life and tell a story in 150 words using the following prompts:
ACTION: Your prescribed daily exercise
Here’s my entry.
You can’t run from fate, when you’re on a stationary bike.
Despite my view from the floor, I could see the confusion in his eyes.
His limbs had slowed to a standstill and, unusually, my Josh was lost for words.
23,000 pairs of eyes watched him. Wondering if this was a training trick. A glitch, perhaps.
This was no glitch.
What had started as a fitness-based transaction had blossomed into WAY more.
I knew from his stares through the screen as I logged-on every morning. From his choosing my favourite song in last week’s incline sprint.
It was this knowledge that had pushed me, a middle-aged mother of four, to the summit of the leaderboard.
My legs like jelly, I heaved my sweating frame upwards, clinging to the bike as he read from the prompt on his screen.
‘Well-done to today’s winner, ‘JoshAidenWinterWillUMarryMe934’… how the f*** does she know my middle name?!’.
I passed out.