
05-26-2010, 01:43 AM
I'll tell you both one of my favourite stories, because it just might be true. It has to do with two best friends, a shiny red bicycle, and a friendship that goes beyond the grave.
Mike and Ricky were two boys, maybe about 9 or 10 years each. They were best friends, hung out all the time, and loved to race their bicycles in the huge local park. Ricky's bicycle was a perfect shiny red speed machine. They raced to a bridge that was over a trickling stream, but once every now and then the dam had to be released so a huge torrent of water would suddenly flood the stream. After completing a race and chattering happily, the rotten wodden board that passed for the railing fell off with the slightest breeze, and Ricky's perfect bicycle fell, then Ricky himself. Mike grabbed ahold of him, telling him to hold on. He tried his hardest, gritted his teeth, and strained his muscles, but all he ended up with was Ricky's backpack in his hand, and Ricky fell to his DEATH, and his body and bicycle were never found...
This memory came back as a dream that haunted Mike again, and again over the years, and many nights he would wake up screaming Ricky's name, in a sweat, hoping that just this time, he could save him...
To be continued?
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