Paul
Paul was proud of his bike.
When Mabel walked home after school, he sped past her, throwing some sly remark. Showing off. His grin stuck with her and played havoc with evening homework.
Sometime later, Mabel didn’t see him riding his bike. She didn’t see him at all in school.
Curious, she decided to walk a different route home; past his parents’ house. In the garbage put out for collection was Paul’s crumpled bike.
“Your mom told me about the accident.” Mabel said at the hospital.
“Thanks for visiting,” Paul answered. “No one else from school did.”
They exchanged smiles.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
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