Short Stories

Mulga Bill's Bicycle

This following short story is a fan fiction about the Australian bush ballad called Mulga Bill's bicycle by Banjo Paterson. Here is a link to the poem but you do not need it to enjoy the story. https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/paterson-a-b-banjo/mulga-bill-s-bicycle-0004005 

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Heart break. Betrayal. The feeling of being empty and alone in this world.

My sweet Jessamine, my darling that could steal the world with her smile. All the happy memories of her stolen away with the black mass that is my feelings. I feel an emptiness and every waking moment I spend trying to win back the love of my life. I gallop on my horse knowing exactly where to go and what to do. As I was riding my horse I was filled with guilt, It was time to say goodbye to my sweet horse Bessie, she had served me many years and had been faithful, but this was for the bigger picture.

As I thought of it I hear the last menacing words she spat out at my face.

"We can never be together, never!" She screamed in a very public diner, " As long as you have a horse instead of a bicycle I will always be ashamed to show myself in public with you! We're over!". The last words piercing into me like a rusty dagger.

So that was what I was gonna do, I was on my way to getting my sweet Jessamine back into my life, where she belongs. I spot the bicycle shop and the man I'm selling my dear horse Bessie. I quickly drop of my Bessie to the handsome stranger and take the enveloped cash inside the will spot me the best bicycle in town.

Before I walk inside I take a deep breath, "Remember who you are, You are Mulga Bill of Eaglehawk who is the best rider in all of Australia". I remembered to be my showboat of a self but my heart was not truly engaged in the theatrics of it.

I has just gotten my sweet ticket towards my love, when I started to cycle over to her house, near Dead man's creek. My bicycle was rickety but it was my determination that steered me there. As I neared her cottage I spotter her blonde hair flying with the waves of the wind, when I realised she was not alone.

She was very much not alone, as she was caught up in a passionate embrace with a young fellow. My heart dropped to the floor and I couldn't move. Picking up my senses I started to steer of towards my house.

I couldn't focus when bike suddenly had a mind of his own and I fell straight into dead man's creek.

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Later, pepe's