Downhill all the Way

As children my brother and I would go cycling together, hoping to discover the infinite downhill loop that was rumoured to be hidden within the country roads of our childhood.

We knew it to be impossible – a route that was downhill all the way, bringing you back to the start without an uphill stretch. An urban legend of the countryside, a geographical impossibility. Still we searched, happy with our own company and the goal we knew to be impossible.

As we became adults we went our separate ways, but continued to search in our own individual way. I was to build a chain of financially unsuccessful theme parks, constructing roller coaster versions of a downhill route, supported by a mechanical uphill pull. It was as close as physically possible to our dream, but ultimately left me broken and in financial ruin.

My brother bought a motorbike. It killed him on his first journey out, but I would still like to think he came closest to our dream of happiness.


170 words. A story based on the photo prompt from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers .

Photo (c) Dorothy


10 thoughts on “Downhill all the Way

  1. Great writing; That down hill road, as a kid I often thought that i had found it, then a hill would turned up. Thanks for the memory. Fortunately I survived the motor bikes, though many friends did not.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sad that both of them set out to achieve what they were always looking for, yet neither accomplished it and it ended badly. The choices we make in life do not always benefit us, except perhaps for a learning tool. Wonderful story.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s