“Don’t Let Go”

Don't Let Go

I learned how to ride a bicycle in Alaska.

It was a warm summer day when I got my first bike. Turquoise and pink. And a hot denim outfit to go with it.

“Where are my training wheels?” I asked Grandpa. My younger sister had training wheels on her new bike.

“Yumi is still a baby. You’re all grown up.” I was six. I’d never ridden a bike before then.

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First Publication!

Hey there! If you have a few minutes to spare please take a moment to read my surreal short fiction under 600 words. It will literally take you two minutes. Leave me a comment here… good or bad, I don’t mind. :) Thanks so much!

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