Sometimes it only takes one tool to change your whole life.
"But the rain was getting harder, I was getting all wet. There was no telling when it would let up, though, maybe not until after Dad got home. So I had no choice, I had to fix the bike then, in the rain. It wouldn’t take long, and I would just change my clothes and hide the wet ones, put them in the hamper after they dried. Dad would never know. I twisted the screw off the rest of the way, set it and the wrench down on the grass."
This is a powerful short story about a boy, a bike, a thunderstorm and a night that defines a life.
This story contains violence.
"But the rain was getting harder, I was getting all wet. There was no telling when it would let up, though, maybe not until after Dad got home. So I had no choice, I had to fix the bike then, in the rain. It wouldn’t take long, and I would just change my clothes and hide the wet ones, put them in the hamper after they dried. Dad would never know. I twisted the screw off the rest of the way, set it and the wrench down on the grass."
This is a powerful short story about a boy, a bike, a thunderstorm and a night that defines a life.
This story contains violence.
