Offered up while I compose my thoughts, this is not a true story : Alex was having a good day. He had finally mastered riding his big bike and was cruising down Biscayne towards the park. Even though his mom had told him to stay in the driveway he knew she wouldn't really be too mad if she knew how fun it was to fly down the road with the wind in your hair.
At the end of Biscayne, where Lake Highlands crossed, a huge puddle of muddy water had formed at the low spot where the two roads met. Alex grinned and pedalled harder. He hit the water at full speed. The cars traveling on Lake Highlands locked up their brakes and skidded into trees on both sides of the intersection. Muddy water spun off Alex's back tire and sprayed a skunk stripe up his back, soaking him down to his underpants. He laughed. Then he hit the ridge on the far side of the road and went airborne into a giant patch of thistles, lighting from his bike and flying head first into the brambles. The stickers peeled the shirt from his back, taking the skunk stripe with it, leaving Alex's mud streaked back exposed to the elements. His front tire popped and scared a girly scream out of him. If he had peed his pants there was no way to tell unless you smelled them, Alex was pretty sure nobody would do that, not even mommy.
Then he flew over the handle bars and back flopped into the thorny brush. A thousand pins pierced his skin. A thousand thoughts flew through his head. If he didn't pee before, he was sure he was peeing now.
Alex jumped out of the patch and clutched at his back, trying to scratch the itch away. It didn't work. He looked back at the muddy puddle. In a frenzy, he fled toward it, spun around and back flopped into the foamy brew. When he splatted, the itching stopped. He smiled.
Someone grabbed his ankles and dragged him out of the Pond and lifted him like a broken doll. It was his brother. Isaac began petting Alex and running a hotwheels Camaro on his belly. Alex began to laugh. Then he saw his mom and he began to cry, then she began to laugh and he turned his cry into a laugh again, which felt much better, then he thought of the trouble he was in and he cried again, then he shrugged, scratching his back on the pavement, and laughed once more.
At the end of Biscayne, where Lake Highlands crossed, a huge puddle of muddy water had formed at the low spot where the two roads met. Alex grinned and pedalled harder. He hit the water at full speed. The cars traveling on Lake Highlands locked up their brakes and skidded into trees on both sides of the intersection. Muddy water spun off Alex's back tire and sprayed a skunk stripe up his back, soaking him down to his underpants. He laughed. Then he hit the ridge on the far side of the road and went airborne into a giant patch of thistles, lighting from his bike and flying head first into the brambles. The stickers peeled the shirt from his back, taking the skunk stripe with it, leaving Alex's mud streaked back exposed to the elements. His front tire popped and scared a girly scream out of him. If he had peed his pants there was no way to tell unless you smelled them, Alex was pretty sure nobody would do that, not even mommy.
Then he flew over the handle bars and back flopped into the thorny brush. A thousand pins pierced his skin. A thousand thoughts flew through his head. If he didn't pee before, he was sure he was peeing now.
Alex jumped out of the patch and clutched at his back, trying to scratch the itch away. It didn't work. He looked back at the muddy puddle. In a frenzy, he fled toward it, spun around and back flopped into the foamy brew. When he splatted, the itching stopped. He smiled.
Someone grabbed his ankles and dragged him out of the Pond and lifted him like a broken doll. It was his brother. Isaac began petting Alex and running a hotwheels Camaro on his belly. Alex began to laugh. Then he saw his mom and he began to cry, then she began to laugh and he turned his cry into a laugh again, which felt much better, then he thought of the trouble he was in and he cried again, then he shrugged, scratching his back on the pavement, and laughed once more.
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