Meeting Suzette On a Watermelon Bike

She came along casually riding a watermelon bike. I was merely walking down the street on an intended hike. She yelled “Hey, Pete, or Samuel or Ike!” You see I am a triplet, and this is what it is like. I am Suzette, she said, introducing herself in a sweet way. I wondered how she knew our names in just one day. They had just moved here this morning from down Chester way. I noticed that her blue eyes had a tinge of silver and gray. Want to ride on the handle bars? She asked with a sassy smile. I did for sure, but flatulence kept me walking on that lonely mile. Maybe some other day, I told her with a wink and a sigh. She never asked me again, for she was now dating Cy. Sometimes in the night I dream of taking a ride on that bike. I would sit on the handle bars as confident as my brother Ike. I wake up in a cold sweat, wishing she was my intended wife. But alas, I am just me in the morning, with a boring dull life. Written 7-13-2022 Contest: A Watermelon Fantasy Ride to Feed My Imagination Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose