66CharlaX66
NOLock
She has some glasses on and calls the cakes she eats “like manna” cause she still believes in Jesus, she has a bicycle, but no lock, she sits the seat and alternates her walk her hands never leave the rubber grips between dismount, she has no lock, she cannot keep the bike in room the dormitory rules prevent so easy of an avenue. She missed her classes for a week her mother is quite frantic, they launched a missing persons task force they checked all the motel dumpsters near the campus she has no lock for bike she walks, she pushes bike and loses time for sleep in her unreality she lives for bicycle complete. She eats her cake and calls out softly sweetly “Jesus help me” eye have no lock for my bike and eye must keep it. The tires have now gone flat she no longer rides just pushes it her finger calloused from the work of gripping it and keeping it she has not slept now for seventeen days not missing it. Her mother drove here from Milwaukee She found her Daughter near the bike just holding on to grip the other hand softly running threw the hair of girl so singsong of a voice she was lamenting loss of bike the rear tire was gone attacked and taken sometime in the last nite She was just trying to let go of grip the time had come to leave the bike and Mother let her knoe that she was there then the Daughter seeing Mother there let go of bike threw back her head and laughed “eye am glad so glad to see ewe Mother now that the bike is dead and glad that this is over.” Mother took her to Milwaukee for she will not let her go back to the dorm room the life of collage now was over for the purpose was defeated and the daughter was quite mentally confused even after several treatments of the Doctor she refused sometimes to let the Shopping Cart release it would not leave her calloused hands she thought she was pushing bike again.
