Circle Back

And so the boy pedaled slowly across the hot pavement, white sneakers bright in the summertime. He turned left at the next street in a wide, sweeping arc before disappearing around the bend, toward the playground. She stood for a while on the sidewalk in her blue polka-dress, tracing the cracks with one shoe, pressing the small pale green blades of grass back into the soil. She thought, just maybe, he might circle back around on his bike in a bit. It was a hot and beautiful day.

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