Every day, I push the same cart to and from the supermarket. Arthritis and senility poison me slowly, but I’m a champion.
In ’76, I was pushing a bobsled instead of this creaky contraption. We never stood a chance against those Germans, but that didn’t mar our memories.
Old Jamie and Joe (J-squared) passed years back. Now, Paul’s all I’ve got.
“Teddy-boy,” his crackly voice bellows from behind. I turn to see him with two power chairs, painted fierce red, like our sled.
“You’ve been a brakeman for too long. Time to be a driver!”
I shove that damn cart into the lake.
We’re going riding!
***Thank you SO much for reading my piece for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Our wonderful leader, Rochelle, has made quite an art of weaving historical references within her stories. After reading them, I’m always entertained and feel a little smarter! I’ve finally found the courage to follow her lead. This week I challenged myself to learn something about a sport I knew nothing of and reference a specific event in history that wasn’t taught in school.This might not be my most creative work, but it was fun and educational. Please take a look at the other wonderful work of my fellow Fictioneers!