Balade

• Gemma Sipple, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

The road stretched ahead into nothingness,and the grassy paddocks rolled and leapt towards the rising sun. The white light illuminated the underneath my spinning wheels painting a shadow of the curved bar at hand. Purples,pinks,oranges and yellows splashed across the sky,making a natural masterpiece. Black dots danced above in the airy multicoloured abyss.
My wheels hummed as they rolled across the tarmac,and with a quick swipe of my hand the bike's gears shifted and I was racing up the slope towards the early morning blue, enjoying my early balade.