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“𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧”
A boy and a bicycle, tumbling down a hill.
Mama’s waiting at home, empty errands needing to be run.
He tries to grab a hold of it, tumbling down, down, down…
Faster, and faster-
Into the lake it goes...
“𝙒𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤”
A man clad in blue arrives at the scene
Stars in his eyes, he holds up the boy and ruffles his hair
Tears stain the dirty little face of the boy, lamenting the fallen bicycle
“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧?”
The man clad in blue, dives into the deep to retrieve what was lost-
Down, down, down he goes…
Into the murky blue-
“𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧”
He returns again, triumphant, holding the bicycle up as if he were Atlas, with the whole world upon his shoulders…
“𝙒𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙤”
The boy’s eyes widen and clear away the rain..
“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧?”
The man clad in blue sets the boy off, riding in the distance, he waves back to his savior, stars aglow in the night sky, and reflecting, tenderly, within the waters...