100 Words - Wacky

The park was weird. It seemed like just a short while ago it was very nice but the care stopped maybe a month or so ago. The pool was surrounded by crack-free pavement yet the water was covered with leaves. The sprinklers watered green lawns in desperate need of mowing. The clubhouse was closed for repairs. The lounge was closed for the season. The tracks of the advertised miniature train were missing. The BMX track was tire tread free. We parked among latent serial killers who lived in forty year old motor homes and drove ex-police cars. We had fun.

100 Words - Downhill

Woods. A hill running away. Downward slipping. A trail. My wheels spin slowly at first then speed up as fear recedes. Zigs zags dips ducks a jump...landing perfect momentum maintained. Long sweeping left through a field of sheep-mown grass. Rocks nip at my tires but the morning is too glorious for falling today. Sharp drop through more trees, the ground more rock than dirt but rock worn smooth by a million feet, hooves, tires and treads. Deadly in the wet but fast and sure in the dry. The trees become birch. Across the stream the checkered flag waves. I've lost.