One last ride before bed

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The gift brought tears to the eyes of his parents.

They pulled the concealing curtain open. Revealed the perfect frame balanced on its kickstand.

Their little boy let out a squeal. Abandoned their side. Pedaling faster, accelerating. Slowing, Turning. Repeating. A red blur, straight past them, and then away.

It became a vehicle to a young hearts freedom. A spaceship. A race car. A sailboat.

Gravity would not hold him. His speed supersonic. Floating down the bending road. Distant lands he explored. Far from the safety of home. Always time for one more journey in the dusk.

There the inebriated idiot found him. Inertia led to impact and impulse. Awful silence broken by wails.

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