Once upon my bike, I started gathering stories. There’s a tiny one squashed into my back pocket. I created it in Blythe. The
panniers are stuffed with an anthology, unlocked in Berwick. My words will free them from sentences of solitary confinement. Near the cliff edge, a new one is about to be penned. This one is getting darker with every step. The main character, anxiously surveying the horizon, is moving dangerously towards THE END.
Published: Paragraph Planet.
