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Fall Fest Bingo/Holiday Prompts (Autumn) 9
Title: Family Stories
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 9; a bike, a pumpkin, and leaves
Fandom: Original
Characters: Molly/Rory, Maeve, Saoirse
Word count: 291
Rating: G
Summary: Saoirse writes a story about her parents…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table.
Molly rode her bicycle down the country road. She was on her way back from the farmers’ market, a small pumpkin balanced on the basket she strapped to the back of her bike. She was halfway home when she noticed her bicycle was not going as well as it should. Pulling over to the side of the road, she saw her front tire was going flat.
“Oh, bugger it all!” she swore as she parked her bike. If she was at home, it would be no big deal to get out her toolbox and fix the tire. If it was really bad, she could always ask her father to drive her into town so she that could stop in at the bike shop and get her tire fixed. Molly kicked at the leaves, littering the ground, swearing loudly when she stubbed her toe on a hidden rock.
Huffing wordlessly, Molly crossed her arms. She was annoyed; she was going to have to walk her bicycle home. Taking a deep breath, she puffed out her cheeks and blew it out angrily. She reached down and scratched at the mosquito bite on her calf and sighed. As much as she was not looking forward to the five mile hike back home, things could be worse, she supposed. At least she did not have to deal with the spring rains, or the summer heat, and it was not the dead of winter, in which case, she would have headed into town in her father’s truck. It was a beautiful fall day, what her mother called “sweater weather” with its nip in the air that brought a welcome relief from the summer heat that had lingered far too long.
Molly grabbed her bicycle’s handlebar and kicking the kickstand up, she crossed over the road and started walking home. Not another living soul was to be found, unlike her journey into town where the road was littered with cars and trucks. While pedaling along this morning, there were several moments when Molly thought she was about to get run off the road at best, or run over at worst. Now there was nothing but her, the birds in the trees, and the cool autumn sun on her face.
Feeling rather sorry for herself, Molly trudged along, push-pulling her bicycle alongside her. Occasionally, she looked behind herself to make sure her pumpkin was still there. It was while she was checking on said pumpkin, that her knight in shining armor, or rather his father’s old pickup truck, came barreling down the road. They met just as she looked up to see what was coming, the truck having slowed to a stop.
“Hey, Molly.”
“Hey…”
“You need some help?” He asked, noticing the flat tire.
She could have kissed him for asking. “Yes!” Molly hoped she did not sound too eager. “Please, Rory?” She nearly died at the smile he flashed at her.
“Let me pull over and park, and have a look at it.” Rory carefully pulled over to the side. He parked the truck and got out.
“I’ve got a flat tire,” Molly said, stating the obvious, and mentally kicking herself for it.
“I see.” He grinned. “Do you have a wrench and a tire pump in that basket?” Rory looked over at the basket on the back of her bicycle.
“Sadly, no. The only things in there are a couple of cabbages, some onions, and a bunch of carrots.”
“And your pumpkin?” His grin broadened into a smile.
Molly giggled. “That’s on top of the basket.”
“So it is.”
“Yeah…” Molly chewed on her lower lip. Realizing she was doing it, she smiled instead.
“Well then, I’m sorry I can’t-”
“Oh…Well, thanks anyways…” Molly grabbed the handlebars on her bike and started forward.
“What I was going to say is, ‘Can I give you a ride home?’” Rory reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
“Oh…” She blushed.
He quickly snatched his hand away. “So, ummm… Need a lift?” He smiled.
Molly’s blush deepened. He was the cutest boy in school and the way he looked at her made her feel all fluttery inside, like she had just swallowed a ton of butterflies. She looked up at him and when her words failed her she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“My pleasure.” Rory took the pumpkin and handed it to her with one hand. “Here.”
She let go of her bicycle to take it from him. Rory nodded, and picking up her bicycle, he carefully placed it the back of the truck. Molly was glad the basket had buckled straps like a suitcase, keeping closed, or else all her vegetables would have spilled out into the back of the truck. She smiled as he ran around to open the door for her and help her inside.
“Ready to go?” Rory said as he got in behind the wheel and started the truck.
“Yes, and thank you again for taking me home.”
“It’s the least I could do for a pretty girl like… you…” Rory blushed.
“Oh…” Molly felt her own cheeks heating up again.
Maeve paused in her reading and looked up at her big sister. She raised an eyebrow at her and said, “You’re not still pining over Eddie O’Rourke, are ya?”
Saoirse turned beet red. “No!” she lied.
“Ya sure?” She smiled. “This reads like it.”
“It does not!”
“Does too! Really, Saoirse! Ya know Mam and Da don’t like him.”
“I know… But Granda and Granma didn’t like Da either!”
Maeve sighed. “Anyways, it’s a good story, if a bit overly romantic. What made you decide to write about Mam and Da?”
“That…” Saoirse looked out the window.
Following her sister’s gaze, Maeve also looked out the window.
Down in the back garden was an old rusty bicycle that might have been orange at one time. On the back fender was a brand new whicker hamper and on top of that was a little pumpkin. The girls’ parents refused to get rid of the old bike, with their mother going so far as to replace the old basket on the back every time it fell apart. When fall rolled around and the farmers’ markets were full of pumpkins, one was lovingly placed on top of the hamper as a reminder of the day their parents fell in love.
“You’re going to be a good writer one day.”
Saoirse giggled. “I’m going to be a best seller one day!”
The sisters laughed as Maeve picked up where she left off and finished reading the story.
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 9; a bike, a pumpkin, and leaves
Fandom: Original
Characters: Molly/Rory, Maeve, Saoirse
Word count: 291
Rating: G
Summary: Saoirse writes a story about her parents…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table.
Molly rode her bicycle down the country road. She was on her way back from the farmers’ market, a small pumpkin balanced on the basket she strapped to the back of her bike. She was halfway home when she noticed her bicycle was not going as well as it should. Pulling over to the side of the road, she saw her front tire was going flat.
“Oh, bugger it all!” she swore as she parked her bike. If she was at home, it would be no big deal to get out her toolbox and fix the tire. If it was really bad, she could always ask her father to drive her into town so she that could stop in at the bike shop and get her tire fixed. Molly kicked at the leaves, littering the ground, swearing loudly when she stubbed her toe on a hidden rock.
Huffing wordlessly, Molly crossed her arms. She was annoyed; she was going to have to walk her bicycle home. Taking a deep breath, she puffed out her cheeks and blew it out angrily. She reached down and scratched at the mosquito bite on her calf and sighed. As much as she was not looking forward to the five mile hike back home, things could be worse, she supposed. At least she did not have to deal with the spring rains, or the summer heat, and it was not the dead of winter, in which case, she would have headed into town in her father’s truck. It was a beautiful fall day, what her mother called “sweater weather” with its nip in the air that brought a welcome relief from the summer heat that had lingered far too long.
Molly grabbed her bicycle’s handlebar and kicking the kickstand up, she crossed over the road and started walking home. Not another living soul was to be found, unlike her journey into town where the road was littered with cars and trucks. While pedaling along this morning, there were several moments when Molly thought she was about to get run off the road at best, or run over at worst. Now there was nothing but her, the birds in the trees, and the cool autumn sun on her face.
Feeling rather sorry for herself, Molly trudged along, push-pulling her bicycle alongside her. Occasionally, she looked behind herself to make sure her pumpkin was still there. It was while she was checking on said pumpkin, that her knight in shining armor, or rather his father’s old pickup truck, came barreling down the road. They met just as she looked up to see what was coming, the truck having slowed to a stop.
“Hey, Molly.”
“Hey…”
“You need some help?” He asked, noticing the flat tire.
She could have kissed him for asking. “Yes!” Molly hoped she did not sound too eager. “Please, Rory?” She nearly died at the smile he flashed at her.
“Let me pull over and park, and have a look at it.” Rory carefully pulled over to the side. He parked the truck and got out.
“I’ve got a flat tire,” Molly said, stating the obvious, and mentally kicking herself for it.
“I see.” He grinned. “Do you have a wrench and a tire pump in that basket?” Rory looked over at the basket on the back of her bicycle.
“Sadly, no. The only things in there are a couple of cabbages, some onions, and a bunch of carrots.”
“And your pumpkin?” His grin broadened into a smile.
Molly giggled. “That’s on top of the basket.”
“So it is.”
“Yeah…” Molly chewed on her lower lip. Realizing she was doing it, she smiled instead.
“Well then, I’m sorry I can’t-”
“Oh…Well, thanks anyways…” Molly grabbed the handlebars on her bike and started forward.
“What I was going to say is, ‘Can I give you a ride home?’” Rory reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
“Oh…” She blushed.
He quickly snatched his hand away. “So, ummm… Need a lift?” He smiled.
Molly’s blush deepened. He was the cutest boy in school and the way he looked at her made her feel all fluttery inside, like she had just swallowed a ton of butterflies. She looked up at him and when her words failed her she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“My pleasure.” Rory took the pumpkin and handed it to her with one hand. “Here.”
She let go of her bicycle to take it from him. Rory nodded, and picking up her bicycle, he carefully placed it the back of the truck. Molly was glad the basket had buckled straps like a suitcase, keeping closed, or else all her vegetables would have spilled out into the back of the truck. She smiled as he ran around to open the door for her and help her inside.
“Ready to go?” Rory said as he got in behind the wheel and started the truck.
“Yes, and thank you again for taking me home.”
“It’s the least I could do for a pretty girl like… you…” Rory blushed.
“Oh…” Molly felt her own cheeks heating up again.
Maeve paused in her reading and looked up at her big sister. She raised an eyebrow at her and said, “You’re not still pining over Eddie O’Rourke, are ya?”
Saoirse turned beet red. “No!” she lied.
“Ya sure?” She smiled. “This reads like it.”
“It does not!”
“Does too! Really, Saoirse! Ya know Mam and Da don’t like him.”
“I know… But Granda and Granma didn’t like Da either!”
Maeve sighed. “Anyways, it’s a good story, if a bit overly romantic. What made you decide to write about Mam and Da?”
“That…” Saoirse looked out the window.
Following her sister’s gaze, Maeve also looked out the window.
Down in the back garden was an old rusty bicycle that might have been orange at one time. On the back fender was a brand new whicker hamper and on top of that was a little pumpkin. The girls’ parents refused to get rid of the old bike, with their mother going so far as to replace the old basket on the back every time it fell apart. When fall rolled around and the farmers’ markets were full of pumpkins, one was lovingly placed on top of the hamper as a reminder of the day their parents fell in love.
“You’re going to be a good writer one day.”
Saoirse giggled. “I’m going to be a best seller one day!”
The sisters laughed as Maeve picked up where she left off and finished reading the story.