A long time ago, all over the world, feelings could let be shown at all, except in word form. There was no crying, smiling, or frowning. At that time there was a beautiful girl. She was gorgeous inside and out but she was alone in the world. She has no one. Hope was her name….
The Background: In my sixth grade Language Arts class we were assigned a creative story about “myths.” At least, that’s what I can tell from the rubric (it just says “Myths”). While the particulars of this story I wrote over twenty years ago were blurry, the meat & potatoes of it always stuck with me….
The air is humming as I cut through it on my matte black Bianchi Oltre. Not the newest model, much like myself, but I’ve taken good care of it over the years; regular rides, regular maintenance. My body and the bike know where we are, and the rest of the route ahead. What they might…
I walked around the bend, Death Bend as I called it growing up. A sharp turn with a manageable hill. One moment you’re veering left, the next you’ve completely turned the opposite way. The canopy of trees lining both sides give an added sense of intimacy. As if any interaction might light a spark ending…