This week’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word prompt is this bicycle. I couldn’t think of much of a story so I threw in a song to soften the blow. It’s one I’ve been working on called Morning Blues Again.

James regarded his old bicycle. Someone had clipped his brake cables. Son of a bitch! Why? Why? Why would anyone want to do that? It was just meanness. Plain old meanness, that’s what it was. There goes his morning, his plans for a ride to the beach. Damn it!

Well, there was no sense getting all worked up about it. There was nothing to be done for it. Except ride home real careful, get a new cable at Jim’s bike store on the way. Fix the damn bike again.

Such were the vicissitudes of city life. James was getting tired of all these vicissitudes. He pedalled home slowly, carefully. What a morning!