Renee left when the phone rang. She slipped out the door, got on her bike and coasted silently down the driveway. Fuck that, she wouldn't talk to him. No one could force her.
When she was ten, her bike was magic, taking her around the world and beyond. Now it just mocked her and she ended up only at the last places she wanted to be.
The night felt too dark and as she looked up, the street lamp on the corner turned on. Renee smiled, but the light held no comfort; her smile was simply in honour of coincidence.
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