Mark A Morris is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature here today. (In case of a tie, the writer who submitted an entry first is the winner per our rules.) Without further ado, here’s the winning story:
by Mark A Morris
“Is easy,” he said. “You just twist the grip. Nothing to it.” He gave me a grin that was more metal than tooth and patted the saddle, revving the tiny engine.
The moped looked well used, its exhaust popping and belching black smoke. An environmentalist would have backed away, cursing, wanting to throw it into a skip, but I had no such concerns. I was alone, I was here, and I needed transport. There wasn’t a Hertz here, so this would have to do.
“What about the tyres? They’re almost bald. Suppose I go too fast on a corner?”
The trader shook his head, stifling a laugh. There was no way this machine would top fifteen miles an hour. It might seem quicker if I was going downhill, but I would need to climb one before that would be a problem.
“Trust me,” he said, spitting on his palm and offering me his hand to shake. “It’s the safest mode of transport on the island. And the biggest bargain deal you’ll find. But I can offer a service guarantee if you’re worried – you know, just like they do on the mainland.”
So that’s why I took up Honest John’s offer. Although the guarantee wasn’t what I’d expected. Who’d have thought his brother could carry a toolkit and still run alongside?