Once again, it’s the weekend, and time for a six sentence (or so, I can’t always count accurately 😉 ) tidbit from one of my works or WIPS. We have a group of talented authors playing, which you can find here on Facebook.
Since I told the story of my colleague (male, nearing retirement) picking up a copy of Spokes, I’ll give you a taste of a professional cyclist and the journalist who falls in love with him without understanding the nuances of his world.
Here, it’s their first date: Christopher and Luca were racing their bikes up and down the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder, and warned away by a cop. Luca’s furious: doesn’t this cop know who he is?
“Yeah, I said we’d get in trouble.” Christopher tried to soothe the wounded star with, “Look, Luca, I know the Giro and the Vuelta are just as important as the Tour, and I know that Paris-Roubaix is a huge race, and that the Flèche Wallonne is a Classic. And that you won a white jersey there three years ago and what a great honor that is.” Luca would win no more “Best Young Rider” awards; he was twenty-eight now, two years too old to qualify.
Christopher slipped Luca’s coat from his shoulders, playing the soigneur. “And I also know, Luca,” he said, discarding their jackets and coming to stand close, his voice gone low. “If you were standing there wearing it, I’d still want to take it off and kiss you.”