Another flash fiction piece for Flashy Fiction based on the below photo. Keep an eye on them; they are retooling their sight for a Monday re-launch.
He collected things. Not things you and I would consider normal like baseball cards or shells. No, he collected what he would find on his daily rides.
Every day was an adventure for Tony, and he set out on it joyfully. Each morning it was his responsibility to do the shopping; bread from the baker, fish from the docks, greens from the market. It did not vary much, life was fairly simple in his village. He enjoyed the responsibility and took it seriously, but it was the ride he loved.
The old bicycle had been a gift for his twelfth birthday. The accident later that year stopped any further maturing of his brain as the body continued to grow. The first thing that brought him a smile when he could get around again was the bike.
Now he rode every day, rain or shine, stopping whenever something caught his eye. He picked up scraps of paper, broken pieces of pottery, plant trimmings … whatever looked out of the ordinary or out of place. He was fascinated by his findings and loved to show them off.
Everyone loved seeing him coming and they would always ask “What have you found today, Tony?” His perpetual smile would grow even larger and he would show them with pride. His explanations were usually fantastical and unrelated to the objects real purpose. But, when he finished everyone liked his idea better.
Tony collected oddities and friends along his bike paths. What he was remembered for years later when his bike was finally put away were not the things collected, but the joy he spread with them.