George had embarked on the adventure of a lifetime. Travelling through Africa on his beloved motorbike. The first few weeks had been glorious. Nothing but sunshine, friendly faces and excitement.
But then, the fun started to wear off. He’d been chased by crazy, rock-throwing kids. His tyres had burst on several occasions, thanks to nails left carefully on the road, by men eager to then help fix them for a modest fee.
And now, his motorbike seemed to have died of exhaustion, forcing him to settle down at the campsite where he now found himself.
Still, it wasn’t all bad. It was here that he had met Abby.
-A short story written from the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.