100 Word Story

He pulled up and unzipped his leather jacket. It was a glorious day and his super-bike looked beautiful, as did the others in the show-room: gorgeous colours with staggering ccs. Now, where was the sales guy? Amazing that six months ago this very bike had been the number one thing in his Life. Down to Brighton. Up to Skye. Across Normandy. Where was he? Ahh well. He’d had fun. Here he was: same guy who’d sold it to him. “Got it out of your system, eh? They all do eventually. It’s an age thing. Let me give you a price”.