Ride (100 word flash fiction)

  Bike wheels turn as I start to ride. I have never done this before, but I can imagine the trees moving in the wind, the river shining in the sun, and the cool air on my face. I feel a little scared, but also happy. I can imagine going fast, like I’m flying. I see birds in the sky and hear the wind in my ears. It feels like an adventure. I didn’t know it would be this fun. I’m proud I tried something new. I ride back home with a big smile. I’m so glad I have a bike.