Friday Fictioneers: Magda’s Triumph


PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

We’d hear the phut-phut of the old Triumph motor bike minutes before seeing it. As it drew nearer, other sounds – the twin rattles of the sidecar’s loose wheel and the cage strapped to the pillion with cable ties.

The din snaked along cobbled lanes, in through open windows, drowned out the excited yabber of playing kids, of old time tunes on the radio.

Then Magda would appear in scratched goggles and a flying helmet, squint-eyed cat pressed to the floor of the cage, claws locked round the wires.

Magda chose to be alone, mum said, but I never learned why.

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the pic and write a tale and don’t forget to read and comment on others, found here.

19 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Magda’s Triumph

    1. Ah, thank you so much Penny! So glad you enjoyed it. I saw her very clearly, puttering along the back streets, disturbing her neighbours! Thanks for reading

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  1. I don’t think Magda has the patience to put up with the conventional. I love these descriptions, I could hear the Triumph, smell the mixture of dust and fumes. And the cat–wonderful (to read)–the poor critter sure isn’t happy.

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