Solo

Cold Cone

I watched her tail lights as they disappeared around the corner. Then I whirled around and ran back up the stairs to my apartment. “Brrr … It’s cold out there”, I mumbled to myself. I packed up my work necessities and headed out the door for another Monday in Bozeman. My cross bike felt alien under me as I huffed and puffed my way to the campus. Then, later at work I reflected … Solo.

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