Two wheelsAugust 4, 2014
Two wheels are better than four, she’d said just before she took off on her bike. She left him holding his car keys, his mouth open, his heart urging him to follow.
He’d only known her long enough to learn she never needed training wheels, but he already loved the skinned place on her knee just below her hem. She seemed older and younger than him at the same time, and her eyes twinkled when she talked about motion.
He ran for his car, determined to catch up with her. For this one day, four wheels would be enough.