Becky's Bike

CAN’T we keep some of these?” Sylvia asked. “We’ve had some of this stuff for years.”

- Keith Havers

“It’s no use holding on to old toys.” Frank sighed. “None of our grandchildren has shown an interest in train sets or dolls.”

“It just seems a shame. It’s as if we’re getting rid of all our memories.”

“We won’t have the space in our new place. We discussed this when we bought it.”

“I know, but . . .” Sylvia realised that Frank was talking sense.

The bungalow on the other side of town would meet their needs now they were slowing down, while this family home would suit the young couple who’d put a bid in for it within days of it going on the market.

There would be no room for all the knick-knacks she had collected over the years. Nor would they be able to keep all their furniture.

All the large items had been sold, but Sylvia had decided that the toys and bric-à-brac would go to a good cause.

The vicar’s jumble sale had been scheduled at just the right time.

“I’ll pack it all into boxes and pile it in the garage,” Frank said. “It’ll be ready to take down to the church hall at the weekend.”

By the time Saturday arrived, Sylvia had come to terms with the need to dispose of their unwanted items. She carefully laid out her stall and waited for the doors to open.

At least it should all find a good home, she thought. And the proceeds would go to the church youth club.

The collection of dolls sat at the back of the table with picture books and annuals displayed in front.

Toy cars, soldiers and other miscellaneous figures were placed along the side. Boxes of games and more books lay on the floor.

Under the table Sylvia put the old metal tricycle that both her son and daughter had used at one time.

She had forgotten about the little bike with its blue frame and red seat until Frank had carried it down from the loft.