But the road was deserted, and I kept Tessa in front, keeping my eye out for her. Because that was all we needed-to crash into a raccoon crossing the street. We’d split the deck of cards, each one clipping twenty-six onto our tire spokes to deter animals from darting out into the lane ahead. Up the hill, deep in the woods, an owl’s Psalm echoed back from its mate as if they were holding invisible hands across the horizon, not wanting to let go. We’d stuck playing cards in the spokes of our tires to add to clicking crickets, tree frogs chirping, a not-so-distant fox hacking out a cough to alert its scattered pack of food found-a doomed rabbit or kitty kibbles left out on someone’s porch. Tuesday was a lazy fall night, one with the sun and moon in competition for the evening sky with the sun being selfish for time, trying to hang on to day even though it knew it should just stop shining, give up, and go away. We left Mom at home stirring up dust with her favorite electric broom. The evening before what people called the worst thing that’s happened on the island since Becca Winthrop went and flopped over dead of heart failure at the liquor store, we set off on a night ride-Tessa and me. Can you imagine me going to school with ribbons out of the handles? My peeps would never let me live it down. Mine didn’t have ribbons shooting out of the handles. My bike was what Tessa called a big girl bike-a beach cruiser in Tiffany box blue. Her eyes glowed when the trainers came off. The bike had grown up, was halfway between a tricycle and a teenager’s bike. The year before, Dad removed Tessa’s training wheels.
I, one Miss MacKenzie Becca Fraser, was never one for saying fuck much. Leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.” ―Sanober Khan Understand but now it hurts, to watch you “a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will
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