i won’t ride you

I stepped down the ball-girls place quickly and swathed my face with a dusty brown scarf. Running my eyes across I slinked past the market by making swift strides. On reaching home I removed the scarf and knocked on the door. Rat-a-tat-a-tat! But the door came unstuck abruptly as it was already open. The voiceContinue reading “i won’t ride you”