Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Brenda for the photo.
‘Well George, put your best foot forward, Saturday shopping, got your list,
digestive biscuits number one, best dunkers. What’s that up there ?
It’s like the Raleigh Bicycle I had as a boy, except this one is jammed into a wall. What on earth… maybe the space time co-ordinates for earth are out of synch, or a non audible broadcast sound has hypnotised all the high street shoppers and the cyclist.
Perhaps the cyclist got lost at Junction 6 of the new inter-galactic Super Highway. Of course, it belongs to Monty Python’s Flying Circus. ‘