He keeps pumping
In a roadside ditch, the boy swears. He seems to be fine, but his bike is not.
He plugs the hole in the front tire, and begins to pump.
He checks his watch. He still has time.
He keeps pumping.
He notices the rust and frowns. He bought it only last month, over spring break.
No matter, he doesn't have time to be mad. She's waiting.
He keeps pumping.
He shifts around the piling snow.
He keeps pumping.
The sun moves behind a tree. He shifts so he can see. Was that tree always there?
He keeps pumping.