Short Stories & Poetry
Kenneth Manuel Innvær Andersen
What could have been
...after all those times they had been told "it will be fine," but it wasn’t, after all those times when it actually went fine, but no one answered the phone when they called, after all this, after everything they had been through, alone, each on their own, without each other, they were now in the same place, on the same day, without knowing it.
But should they really trust me?
The sun is shining, sweat is pouring, and I am one with the road. The only thing that separates me from the mighty mountains and steep slopes are two sturdy wheels on a solid chassis. The contact I have with the ground allows me to lean deeply into the turns, and with each curve, I feel something unique awakening within me—something primal, wild, and untamed.
