“So there were gathered together a harlequin, an astrophysicist, and fifty nude women on bicycles?
“Well, yes.”
“Wasn’t that a strange thing, in the Seventies?”
“Not exactly common. It made a massive outcry in the newspapers at the time, but the excitement died away quickly. The interesting bit, to me, was that the nude ladies were actually trying to win the bicycle race.”
“So, who did win?”
“Florence Dollenberg, from Merton. She received a congratulatory handshake from the Prime Minister.”
“Heath, Wilson, or Callaghan?”
“Oh, I think I see your error; the Eighteen Seventies. She was congratulated by William Gladstone.”
100 words for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
Still confused? Take a tour with me back to the seventies…one of the seventies anyway.
(Fat Bottomed Girls and Bicycle Race were generally played together, and flipsides of the single. Freddy Mercury is the Harlequin, and Brian May the astrophysicist. That big-wheeled bike was contemporary in the 1870s…nude bicycle racing maybe not so much.
But it coooould have happened…)
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