He rode her easily and effortlessly. She was a willing pupil, eager to be guided. They plunged ahead- an ecstatic journey, a fleeting joy. It was the consummation of an impassioned love affair; bound to be termed scandalous and yet secretly envied. The witnesses on the crowded street thought- :”Boy, he must love his bike!”
p.s: I was introduced to this genre of fiction by a school-friend of mine. She has written several such mini-stories and here, I have taken my first shot at this sort of writing; thank you, H for writing 55 fiction and for letting me sample your work.