wheelie
tender_square
the
boy
was
horizonal
on
the
foam
core
floor
of
the
playground, clutching
his
knee
like
a
pro athlete,
his
neon
green
bmx
bike
splayed
beside
him
. "
are
you
okay
?"
i
asked
. "
i
hurt
my
knee
doing
a
wheelie,"
he
said
.
he
had
a
head
of
wild
curls
the
colour
of
wheat
and
walnut
and
an
open
face
not
yet
hardened
to
the
world
.
i
asked
if
his
parents
were
around
,
not
knowing
whether
his
injury
was
serious
.
he
was
alone
and
my
heart
gladdened
for
a
child
free
to
explore
without
a
helicopter
parent
,
the
way
i
grew
up
. "
do
you
live
close
?
are
you
able
to
walk
?"
he
gradually
got
up
to
his
feet
,
dusted
off
his
army
-print
shorts
.
he
smiled
. "
i'm
okay
,"
he
declared.
he
picked
up
his
bike
, straddled
the
banana
seat,
and
pedaled
off
across
the
open
field
and
into
the
sunset
.
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