Bike Ride

Sobbing and peddling as I ran beside her. Downhill, exhausted, cold in the rain, gravel trail. ‘I always have to pedal! Why do I have to pedal to move.’ She sobbed, gathering more speed as she angrily accidentally sped ahead of my attempts to soothe her. I could hear her screams to the heavens as she continued to pedal further away.
Life man.