Vincent

Vincent woke up as excited as a little boy could. He practically jumped out of his bed and into his pants and after putting on a shirt he raced to the kitchen with a broad smile on his face. His mother poured him a glass of orange juice and he sat on a chair and waited for his waffles. His sister was already seated on the other side of the table and had begun to eat already. With her mouth full, she managed to get out,"So wanna go for a bike ride? We could could ride to the park for ice cream."

-Yeah! Can we mum?

-You know the rules.

-Yeah, yeah. Helmets and pads on.

After finishing what might be her last breakfast, Maggie put her plate on the counter for her mum to wash and then led her brother to the shed. She took out both their bikes because Vincent was too small and then helped her brother put on all his equipement before hastily doing her own.

The pair set off at a torrid pace. They raced down the streets and it wasn't five minutes later that the park was in view. Vincent spotted the ice cream vendor first and yelled out in joy. The vendor saw him and rang his shrill bell to excite the boy. Maggie looked over to her right and didn't notice the light turn red.

Vincentwas jerked back into the present just as he opened the door to the pie shop so he could hear the schrill bell which reminded him of the last time he feltabsolute joy. It was worth the dirty looks from the waitress. Every time.