Blue Bicycle
Blue Bicycle
Though
she was desperate for a banana seat and streamers on the handle bars,
she
could not hide the pride that came with her first, official two-wheeler.
Black
grips, black leather seat, and flashy, blue chrome paint. She can remember how
two red bands sparkled round its cross bar.
She
was a girl surrounded by boys, and she could hold her own. Neighbors and their
cousins fought to keep up as she spun out on the gravel driveway, kicking up
stones and dust in their faces.
That
bike transported her to every world she wanted to visit. To the grocer on the
corner who carried only the freshest mud for her pies. To the fishing hole down
around the block where they could swim with Jaws and survive. Holly Hobby may
have been the rage, but she was Daisy Duke outrunning J.R across the Dallas
Plains in the General Lee.
That
bike also taught her, her first hard lesson.
On
the morning she woke and found it had been taken from the side wall where she would
lean it up with care, every night when they were finally called in to supper.
She
cried. Over and Over, she wailed. It was her first loss. It was the first time
she remembered thinking maybe just because they called you friend, didn’t
really mean they were.
It
was the birth of doubt in a five year old mind.
From "Birthing Inadequacy"
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Natasha Head
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