“Nanna?” asks Yggdrasil. A flash of orange, black, and steam zoom past her.The blur stops. Nanna turns and pedals to Yggdrasil.
“It’s the latest bike. A small steam motor aides your own peddling. It’s fast.”
“Orange and black are a bit garish for you, Nanna.”
“The color clashes with my red riding gear, but the Screaming Viking’s only color is orange.”
“I’m wearing orange. I want a go on it.”
“Sharing and peddling produces joy. I regret; I must say no.”
She kicks the dirt remembering the thrill of pedaling Nanna’s last bicycle.
Yggdrasil screams, “That wasn’t my fault.”
Flash Fiction challenge -terriblemindsflash-100-words-only
And I used the previous weeks prompt -terriblemind-random-cocktail-challenge