Oh, before I start the story, just know that I thought of the ending first. So the beginning and middle aren’t as good. (It was hard to build the story around the ending... I guess that’s not how storytelling works lol) Also the ending is morbid (somewhat). A young girl rides her red bike around town at a brisk pace. She hurriedly parks her bike at the parking station outside of a busy florist shop. She runs in, disheveled, and grabs the first bouquet she sees. As she opened the door to leave, the small metal chimes on the door jingle, alerting the manager of the shop and a nearby police car that the girl had just stolen from the store. The girl hastily placed the bouquet inside the basket on her bike. She quickly put on her helmet, hopped on, and sped down the street, nearly hitting several people. Soon enough, she sees a police car chasing after her. It was then that she realized that she never paid for the flowers. I'll have to pay for those later. This is too important to turn around for, she thinks to herself. She pedals as fast as her young legs can take her. After a few blocks, the police begins to catch up with her. She hears the sirens getting louder and louder, then trips on an uneven bump in the otherwise smooth sidewalk and falls off of her bike. She got up and brushed off the dust, noticing a large scrape on her knee. It hurt to bend it, but she had to continue running away. As much as she loved her bike, she couldn't continue riding on it, so she left it in a small patch of grass off the sidewalk. She grabbed the bouquet and bolted as quickly as she could. Each step caused her more and more pain, but she had to continue. Some flowers flew out of the bouquet, but it didn't matter to her, as long as there were still some flowers. The stinging of her cut caused her to cry, her salty tears dripping on her blue jacket and her black shorts. "Hey! Little girl!" one of the police called out as he stepped out of the car. The little girl didn't respond, not even turning around to face the authority. The girl kept running, even as her knee began to bleed. As she reached her destination, she slowed her pace and attempted to make herself look presentable, combing through her unruly hair. She kneeled down in front of a tombstone, with her mother's name engraved, and set down the flowers. "Happy birthday mommy. I love you mommy," she says, tears streaming down her face and dripping on the tombstone. Through a cracked voice, she mumbles faintly, “I miss you mommy...”
Way to make me cry I’m a sucker for emotional stories, and as much as I try to keep away from them (for my own good), I don’t regret clicking on yours. Overall it was well-paced and packed a punch in just a couple words. Nice work!
