The wind blew through my hair whipping it backwards so, that it felt that it's tendrils could brush the cars behind me. Cars that were not fast enough to catch up with me and cars that I narrowly avoided by swerving quickly. Swerving that threatened to throw me off and would have had I not been gripping the handles tightly. The handles of freedom. That's what they were even though, I had no destination in my mind. Just the desire to experience the freedom of riding a bike.
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A Few Captivating Words
General FictionRead when you're bored or tired or in the mood for some entertainment to pass your time. You won't regret reading. Short stories, otherwise known as flash fiction, of less than a 1000 words. I cannot promise they will be amazing as this is my first...
