The girl and her bike sat together on the roadside, providing momentary respite from the journey. With her bike akimbo, straddling the kerb, she riffled through her bag in search of an extra layer of clothing. The night was settling in around them; temperature dropping, light falling. The remainder of the ride was going to be cold and what she needed now was warmth.
The bottom of her backpack relinquished its contents - a deep red scarf, reassuringly thick. Swathing herself in its woollen promise she caught sight of her breath. With a quiet playfulness she inhaled deeply, purposefully drawing the cool ,clear darkness. She watched as it materialised on exhale causing the night air to shiver with anticipation.
A familiar sound cut the moment between breaths. A text.
The bottom of her backpack relinquished its contents - a deep red scarf, reassuringly thick. Swathing herself in its woollen promise she caught sight of her breath. With a quiet playfulness she inhaled deeply, purposefully drawing the cool ,clear darkness. She watched as it materialised on exhale causing the night air to shiver with anticipation.
A familiar sound cut the moment between breaths. A text.
After a return dive into the depths of the pack, she drew out her phone. It cast a soft blue hue onto her face as three generous words scribed themselves across the screen.
I miss u. xx
The phone glowed its luminous message into the night.
I miss u. xx
The phone glowed its luminous message into the night.
She prepped the bike and herself for re-embarkment making final adustments to her jumper, gloves and helmet. It was upon the first sure push of the pedal she realised just how warm that scarf was.
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