Sarah's short stories for Rainy Days

She Still Rides On

The wind whips her face and screams in her ear as she rides her bike through the streets
Her tires go through a mud puddle and she getting splashed
New glops of dirt start to harden on her mostly exposed legs

But she still rides on

The air is crisp and starts to dent to the warmth of her body
The sky darkens as cold rain starts to drip down
Her clothes soak and freeze

But she still rides on

Now, with her clothes soaked and her legs muddy
You would think she's would ride home
But even with the new afflictions

She still rides on....

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