Ta Da Bike Kid

The back is blank, but I can write up a story for you.

Jack and Dianne get married in a lavish ceremony with a chocolate fountain and move to the burbs, buy their dream house, an oversize McMansion that Dianne pleads for. Jack indulges her and borrows money from Uncle Nick to pay the down payment.

They work, they shop, they consume. They are good Americans. They have a kid and Dianne is more excited about it than Jack. Being a father makes Jack feel old. He’s not sure how he feels about Dianne being a mother and wearing Mom jeans. He hates his job and grows to resent the large house and the neighborhood of people who so effortlessly enjoy lawn mowing and suburban life. His lawn is patchy and yellowed no matter how much he spends on lawn services or chemicals.

It’s a cold day. The kid drags Jack outside to see her ride a bike. Jack reluctantly leaves the cocoon of his overstuffed leather comfy chair and wide screen hi def tv that he’s still paying for. He stands on the cement slab that serves as a front porch, but they never linger on this porch. He waves at the kid. She waves back. “Can you see me Daddy?”

“YES” She flings her arms wide in joy. Ta-Da!