I felt his heartbeat – fridayfiction
It began the day she showed me the bicycle in the storage shed. The minute I touched it, I heard a boy’s laughter. The sound of his laughter so intrigued me that I wanted to know more about him.
The thing is, you can’t just pull a memory out of something the way you’d pull a splinter from your finger. It takes time and lots of love.
For months I worked on that bicycle, polishing it, shining it and always listening for a.....