Ride in the Dark
Dark winding streets.
Homes with no lights.
The generator light on the front forks won’t light, N is riding too slow, but I won’t leave her behind.
It begins to rain.
I’ve lost the front tire.
Riding a wheelie, like the unicycle. N has vanished into the dark and mist.
Moonlight off a muddy puddle.
The bottom of the hill.
My back tire shatters the moon, and save for that brief glittering, all is darkness and wet mud.
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