Billy hefted the bicycle, crossbar resting on his shoulder. Five miles, his walk from school, but he counted that as a blessing. His only blessing of this day. Five miles, plentiful time to construct a story.
Billy’s mother watched as he leaned his birthday bicycle against the garage wall.
“What happened? You been playing crazies again?”
Billy sighed. All the way home he’d held his tears away. But now they flowed.
“It’s that new boy at school. Claimed himself a magician. Asked me what trick I’d set him. I said for him to remove my bicycle tyre without touching my bike. Said to make it interesting, if he succeeded, I’d pay him a hundred. If he failed, he’d pay me the same.”
“Oh.” Billy’s mother wasn’t sure what to say. “So, what happened?”
“I owe him a hundred. And I need a new tyre.”
crispina kemp 
Aww, a sweet story
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Thank you
🙏😘
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You’re welcome
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Thats so 😢
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🙏💖
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What a clever take! Love this.
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Thank you, Violet. I see several others opted for this photo. And there was me thinking no one would want it!
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Me among them! Mine will post Monday. I just love seeing everyone’s inspiration!
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I prefer to do mine early, so I’m not influenced by anyone else
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What a tale! Poor Billy.
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Boys will be boys!
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