after cross country
or any regular
day you’d ride your
scooter home,
gliding the wheels
up
and
down
your street,
playing chicken
in between the
cars.
it was like
you were never
afraid of what
the
damage
could have been.
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
