Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 3
Write about the worst time you’ve ever put your foot in your mouth
This has been a serious problem of mine, getting my foot in my mouth. I don’t know how it happens, but my foot always seems to find its way into my mouth.
Once on a nice, crisp afternoon in autumn, I was riding my bike around the town. The colors of autumn had just settled. The reds and oranges crunching as I sped over at my own leisure. I felt grand, I felt great. Then it happened.
As I stood up on my bike, going down a hill with that feeling of flight and phantasm, my foot came up from behind me and forced its self into my mouth. With only one foot keeping me on my bike I tried to sit down. That proved to be a wrong choice because in that moment I was not at a phantasm of flight anymore. I was actually flying. It was all a blur to me, I didn’t know what happened in those few seconds I was in the air. The last thing I could recall was the sight of the sole of my shoe drenched in the once lovely shade of red I adored.