Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Quickie: The Cyclist

No Twitter Scribbles today, as I needed a break. But I did want to do a Quickie:

The trees and other scenery whizzed past her as she continued to pump her legs, working the pedals of her bike despite her muscles’ protests. The road began an ascent fifty feet ahead and she readied herself to shift gears, keeping her momentum. She barely noticed the noise the chain made as it shuffled along the gears, propelling her forward. Nor did she pay attention to any of the other cyclists around her. Her whole world focused on a single thought: Keep pedaling, we’re not done yet.

JarredH

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