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Leader of the Pack
Leader of the Pack 2153 words Bill, Gary and Chuck were the Tigers. Thwww.onedoor.ccey rode their cherished motorbikes, wore their fringed leathers and swept past lines of traffic, with arrogance – and not a little aggression. What do all those jerks in tin cages crawling along the Interstate know about living?On their big two-wheelers, customised with top-of-the-range, after-market extras, studded rawhide saddlebags and a stash of bolt-on chrome garbage, they wove through the gridlocked queues causing one small vehicle to brake hard, veer...
The Wrestling Polar Bear
Fans around the U.S. gather around their TV and radios waiting for their champion, Coy Frost, to make history. The announcer grabs the mic. “For the last match of the night here at the 2001 freestyle women’s wrestling tournament, we have Coy “The Polar Bear” Frost facing off the defending champion of last year’s tournament, Addo Hamadi. Coy Frost, standing at five feet, seven inches is trying to be not only the first American woman’s wrestler to win this tournament, but also the youngest at the age of 19、 The young daring wrestler came all the way from Texas, here to France for the chance at...
Ruminate
Mum’s sunken eyes reflect the altostratus Pen can’t seem to tear her gaze from. A cheerful white-aproned girl arrives at our window table, gripping notebook and pencil as if they’re about to wriggle out of her grasp. ‘What would you like?’ she asks, her smile bright enough to chastise the inclement weather. Mum stares at nothing in particular and Pen, forcibly distracted from her interest in the nothing that is happening outside, smiles back. ‘Dover sole for me,’ she says, then addresses me. ‘What will she have? Not the fish, we don’t want her choking on a bone.’ ‘Ask her,’ I say. Mum isn’t a...
Under the Overpass
“Like another refill?” the pretty waitress offered, leaning over to pour before waiting for an answer. She was young, but had been waiting tables for two years and knew a customer like this guy would sit here drinking refills till the next meal time rolled around, if management would allow it.Albert nodded his shaggy head and smiled up into her blue eyes and midwestern friendliness.“What’s your name, honey?” he bantered. His first waitress had gone home about an hour after serving him his coffee and gravy and biscuit special. Her name had been Lorraine and he had regaled her with a long, funny...