The Ride
by The Outsider
Copyright© 2025 by The Outsider
Flash Story: Buckle up...
Tags: Humor
Water squelched out of my sneaker as I stepped onto the boat ramp. I can’t describe the sound the wet sock on my other foot made with each step, though.
People ignored me as I walked past them and started climbing the hill in front of me. I suppose the three-car accident at the intersection took priority over an ambulatory, waterlogged college kid.
Small pieces of asphalt digging into my foot as I walked made me wince. The town was chronically short of cash; road maintenance wasn’t as high on their list as it should be. Potholes were everywhere. Cars passing over them constantly chipped bits off the edges. Wearing a sneaker on my foot would have helped prevent the pain, too. That sneaker was probably halfway down the river by now.
Plodding up the hill, families standing in their driveways stared at me. They snatched up their young kids and hustled away from me as I approached. Many dragged shiny, new Radio Flyer wagons behind them as they fled. Those new wheels rattled with a familiar, albeit quieter, sound.
I finally, mercifully, reached the top of the hill where my friends awaited my return. I couldn’t tell whether the looks on their faces were of disbelief or awe. I suppose either was true. They were either in awe of my accomplishment or couldn’t believe I was still alive.
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