Just a Bike

By: Ed Dzitko

Out in the garage, Kelsey limped toward the two wheeler. Dad was right. It was just metal, rubber, and plastic. It wasn’t mean or out to hurt her. It was just a bike, and it came to life only when she made it go.

Kelsey had learned to balance on the grass, so the hard spill she took on the street surprised her. The scrape on her leg had hurt like nothing she’d ever remembered feeling. And when Mom cleaned it…

Nope, not there. I can do this. She turned the handlebars and walked out to meet her friends.

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