My grandmother's bike rests against the stone wall in the shade of my backyard. With its flat tires and rusted handlebars, it just looks tired.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Bicycles
The bike in the rack at the mouth of the cul-de-sac reminds me of what my grandmother's bike must have looked like back when she was young enough to ride it. Bright orange paint, not yet marred by a collision with a curb or lamppost, glints in the late afternoon sun. It emits this air of coolness and relaxation, leaning against the hot black bars, as if taking a quick rest from strenuous race, or maybe just enjoying the scenery after a leisurely roll around the town.
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Wow, Addie. I love what you did with your detail. You saw something that really caught your eye, and then you made an emotional connection. Personifying the bike was a very cool idea too, and I think you pulled it off well. "With its flat tires and rusted handlebars, it just looks tired." This line has some great tension. Think it might be leading you into a story?
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