Trick Cyclist – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - anelephantcant

Copyright – anelephantcant

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…


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21 thoughts on “Trick Cyclist – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I love this piece! From a sad young thing feeling put down to a joyous young thing who one-upped her sister, the emotion and visuals are clever. xo

  2. Older siblings can be such a pain. I was one, but I don;t think I ever made my younger feel inferior. He is sixteen years gone so i will never know.

    1. I’m so sorry you lost your brother. And just because he is gone, doesn’t mean you’re not still his brother (I think). I’m an older sibling too – I hope I’ve never been supercilious. I had in mind an ex-colleague when I wrote this!

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