A Sunday Ride
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt. Enjoy!
From where I lay on the asphalt Chinese Dragon balloons float by. A man stands at my feet with a cell phone in his hand. A glance to my right and I see my bright yellow bike. One of my shoes is still in the pedal. A faint smell of rubber comes from my left. Looking there I see something that reads F78-15. I realized it is the size of an automobile tire.
A lady in black bends over me and says “I have to cut your shorts off Sir.”
“Where am I?”
“In the middle of the road Sir.”