
She pedaled until her shoes bled red
Riding away from nothing
In particular
Riding toward something
Yet unknown
She peddled until the wheels fell off
Riding away from
The familiar
Riding toward
A stranger
She pedaled until her brakes locked up
And she was thrown
headlong
Into the here and now
I think that’s a concise version of Dorothy’ ride… Waking up to Auntie Em and Uncle Henry. And Toto too… Wha? Who?
Thanks for stopping by my post on the prompt.
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Thanks! and you’re welcome!
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I love the repetition in this, it adds an element of desperation to her flight
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WOW WOW WOW–excellent.
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Thanks Glad you liked it!
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This is lovely. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks so much!
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