I Wasn’t Mad at Him for Wrecking the Motorcycle

But I really could have been

Anneliese Rider

Jun 27, 2020·4 min read

I sat on the porch, waiting impatiently for Curtis to zip into the driveway on his motorcycle. He was late. Suddenly, my ringing phone abruptly broke the silence.

“You’re going to have to come pick me up from the hospital.”