Tourist Trap
Growing up in a seaside town, Mike was used to tourists. His parents always talked about how the whole town was really a tourist trap. He didn't really understand what that meant. After all, people seemed to be able to live without any problems. All the same, it meant he always had new friends to make as he rode his bike around town. Who would he play with today, he wondered. It made every day feel like an adventure. He whizzed up and down the boardwalk. It was fun in and of itself to weave through the slowly walking tourists, but he needed something to do. Mr. Richardson who owned the bait shop always yelled at him if he rode his bike past there too many times a day. "Guess I'll go by the condos." He muttered, standing up on the pedals of his bike to go faster past Richardson's Bait. A bit of wind suddenly caught the bill of his cap and he jumped off his bike and chased after it as it danced along. Well, he wanted to go by the condos, he thought, loo