Teshuva

Ari loved this short cut through town, the cobblestone alley dipping along. He’d align his tires just right over the ramps, practically gliding. It had become a competition on how fast he could deliver bread to the Shuk.

He was late, again. Last night was a doozy. He couldn’t help but linger in bed a moment more. Not with Amber wrapped around him. Months he pursued her forbidden fruit.

In the midst of his revelry he realized the brakes wouldn’t work. Yelling and waving he hoped desperately the two girls in front of him would get out of the way.

 
Word Count: 100

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