. . . bike faster

. . . June, the longest day.  Halfway grown, he dawdles behind, zooms ahead, falls back.  He complains it is too hot, then races me to the corner, laughing.

“Did you know the record is thirty miles?” he says, riding past me — no hands . . . .

[story:  “the longest day”]

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