Rita’s Bike

Shadow of bicycle on wall

Look but never touch

Rita’s bike is her life, like bread and butter or fish and chips, one does not go without the other. Hands straight on the high handlebars, scarf wrapped around face, off she goes. Rita breaks for no one. Be an obstruction if you dare. Worry filters through the city, Rita is on her way. Traffic grinds to a halt. The royal passage extends along the canal. All shall bow. Hail Rita.

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~ by boredwitless on October 12, 2010.

2 Responses to “Rita’s Bike”

  1. Love the shadow – great job!

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