Edwin
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11:37:17 pm on March 25, 2008 | # |
It was Sunday, not a day but rather a gap between two other days.
It is raining hard outside, so hard that Pepe could not hear his shallow pulsating breathing. He is sitting at the right end of the couch while his dog is sleeping on the other end.
A bicycle exhibition showcase is running on the muted T.V. He is holding the remote.
A few weeks ago, Pepe and his friends made a bicycle ramp from wooden scraps and ply board.
They placed it at the vacant lot in front of Pepe’s house. They also cleared the ground, cut the grasses and made a little bicycle circuit. Every afternoon, they went there to practice their bike stunts until late night.
Now, Pepe looks outside his window, watching how the hard rain slowly destroys their ramp and their little bike circuit. He has been sitting there for days now.
That was the ramp they made for their first annual highest bike jump contest. Pepe won. And broke both legs. [169 words]
