by Christopher Jug George

I saw a child’s bike lying alone in a field next to some woods. It made me think of a neighborhood girl I liked as a kid.  I was with her and she said something about hating her home. I told her she could come live with me. She said that she didn’t want to be in any homes. She left her bike and walked into the woods. Before she did, she kissed me on the cheek. I remember thinking that at least it was summertime and she’d be warm in there.