July dribbles - 12


Flat tire and broken pump; she dumped her bike and crouched on the ground for lunch; PB&J, squished hopelessly, but whoever cares what PB&J looks like.
Sometimes she felt like peanut butter ignored without the jam. Nobody looked. And her bike was truly kaput.
“Wanna hand?”
 Then life looked up.

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