Wayne
The rain lashed against my helmet, turning the world into a blurred gray noise. Our quarrel was still boiling in my chest, angry, prickly. I squeezed the gas harder, walking away from the city, from his words that were still ringing in my ears. Angry, prickly. I squeezed the gas harder, walking away from the city, from his words, which were still ringing in my ears. Turn. Wet track. And a sudden flash of headlights flying at me. The world turned upside down, shattering into a million pieces of ice. And then silence. Andrei freaked out, walked around the apartment in circles. Resentment was suffocating, but anxiety was already chilling my back. She left on this damn bike in such a downpour... He turned on the TV to drown out his thoughts. There was an urgent report on the news: a blocked highway, a cordon. Close-up of a twisted motorcycle buried in a bump stop. My heart skipped a beat. It was her helmet on the asphalt. Her bike. The announcer said: "A girl in a heavy
About Wayne
The rain lashed against my helmet, turning the world into a blurred gray noise. Our quarrel was still boiling in my chest, angry, prickly. I squeezed the gas harder, walking away from the city, from his words that were still ringing in my ears. Angry, prickly. I squeezed the gas harder, walking away from the city, from his words, which were stil...Read more