After the fight he rode off on his
bicycle in the dark. He pedaled on brooding all night, reliving every
hurtful word as he went.
The sun rose before him its beauty
melting away his resentment. He saw a phone booth ahead and coasted
to a stop.
“Lilly? I'm sorry. Can you come get
me?”
1 comment:
The rising sun gave him hopes and made him realize the hurt he had caused. A lovely simple write-up
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