A short story of 269 words written for the Daily Flash Challenge.
“D’ya want ta buy a bike?” Malcolm asked, then added: “It’s a bargain!”
Those last three words sealed the deal. Whether the ‘bargain’ was something he really wanted or not, Fergal would not be able to say no. The other kids in the neighborhood all knew this and any time they had something to get rid of, with no other takers, they would all be happy to exploit this fact.
Take the bike in question. The handlebars were bent and one of the brake levers were missing. The tires weren’t bad, but the wheels weren’t quite straight, had more than a handful of spokes missing. The frame was...what? Blue? Perhaps at one time but now it was mostly rust. The saddle though, it was perfect!
Fergal counted out the money and handed it over. Now the proud owner, he pushed it along the pavement and up the path towards his door.
His mother barred his way, arms crossed. “You’re not bringing that in the house,” she said in a tone that said, ‘no arguing’. “Or the garden,” she added, as an after-thought.
“But, Mom, It was a bargain! I can’t leave it out here, someone’ll take it.
“I should be so lucky,” she muttered, firmly closing the door.
Fergal thought for a moment. It was just his luck his mother did not know a bargain when she saw one. Then he had an idea.
Pushing the bike around to the back of the shed, Fergal peered over the wall. Yes! It wasn’t locked.
Not the house, not the garden, but his mother had not said anything about the shed!