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Bike Ride Foliage

“There is a tree in my foot.” my sister said; hobbling in the doorway and making for the first aid box.

“What happened?” I asked, hand hovering over the T.V’s mute button as I turned towards the kitchen.

“I was attacked!” she grumbled. “The ground attacked me!”

“Oh really?” I said. “I don’t suppose your bike was the one to start it all?”

There was no answer.

“I mean really—”

I stood in the doorway; her holding the first aid box in both hands.

“That won’t be much help.” I said at last. “I’ll get the pruning shears from the shed.”



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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.


    • Thank you. I will admit, the first line is actually what my sister said when she came in from a bike ride the other day. It took her a week to get the splinter out of her foot.

  1. It’s amazing the way even at tiny splinter can feel like a big section of a tree and yet be so difficult to get out, although I tend towards tweezers, rather than pruning shears. However, my splinters have obviously not been as serious as that of your sister. 🙂


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