blindfolded ride

She blindfolded, he driving. She doesn’t know where they are going. Of course, she is guessing during the ride, but all she sees is darkness and all she feels is the black cotton cloth on her eyes. As they reach the destination, her eyes unfolded staring into the bright light, she realizes she is back home. Friends are hauling and welcoming them with champagne. It’s their four year anniversary.

#bike stories
#he, she, bike, umbrella
#double-decker bus copy-pasted from London