Something New from the Old (flash fiction)
My story’s a bit earlier for this week’s Friday Fictioneers… when I saw the photo prompt of the cool motorcycle sculpture, the following scene came right to mind. Please note that the story is a work of fiction—I don’t know the artist of this sculpture. If you are, please let me know and I’ll include your name in the list of copyrights below the story.
“One of my early pieces,” Linda said, her voice years of cigarettes.
“Beautiful,” Ken said. “You sure found your calling.”
“Yep. Made me finally settle down. Feels good to work with all that scrap. Something new from the old.”
“But you still get out on the road now and then, right?” Sharon asked.
A glint in Linda’s eye like a welding torch firing up. Bright against her deep Saint Augustine, Florida, tan. “Can’t help it.”
“You sure can’t, babe,” James laughed. “Here’s to still ridin’ toward the sun.”
The group of friends raised their beers with rumbles of agreement.