Bike Donation

 

Bike Donation

 

By Craig Wilson

 

I wake up in bed. I can hear yelling from downstairs.

I head downstairs and I see my dad is yelling loudly.

My father asks me to look in the garden to see why.

When I look in the back garden I notice a bike missing.

I go back in the house and my dad says his bike is gone.

It seems that, my mother had donated my father’s bicycle.

My mother admits it and says it’s in a local charity shop.

I contradict the reality of the dream, and the dream ends.

 

The End

 

The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.