Rain never falls
Kieren Kresevic

“The front wheel gyrated rapidly, rusty bolts clanging within their loose sockets in carefree abandon. With no brakes and a virtuosic lack of steering coming from the half-finished handle bars, Romero veered haphazardly towards the school. White gravel crunched and rearranged itself as he felt the satisfying disintegration between the dry earth and the worn rubber tread that his father insisted was still good …”