A Perfect Sunday, Maybe
Two men are fixing a house and blasting music.Fathers and daughters are sitting on stoops.
I am riding a bicycle, wearing sweatpants. I go the wrong way on one-way streets.
Five o’clock, maybe five-thirty, and sunny.
Shops are closed but I don’t need anything.
Down the road, they are selling fried dough.
I try to let go of the handlebars and almost fall down.
Some streets are empty. I pass a baseball field and maybe tennis courts too. It looks like the people from the empty streets fled here.
Three women are fussing over a baby.
Two girls carelessly ride their bikes onto the street and a blue car stops just in time not to hit them. The girls laugh.
I start to get bored and head home.
posted by Dora @ 7:31 PM
2 Comments:
fried dough was invented chinese people!
if you see three blues cars in a row you will have a bad. 5 blue cars super bad day.
by chinese people.
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