One Last Laugh
Boys, Bicycles and Summer
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
In total were three, thirteen, twelve and fourteen. Their eyes locked when the lightning struck; their bicycles lay silent in their wake.
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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