Sonora

You lived in Sonora with your violence father. It was a warm and sunny day. The sun was beautifully illuminating the clouds. You were lying on the mowed lawn in front of your house and admiring the sky.

Suddenly you heard the sound of a bicycle bell. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, supporting yourself with your hands. It was Spike. He was sitting on his bike, not getting off. He was looking down at you. He was wearing a beige hat with a string, a white t-shirt, a blue unbuttoned sweatshirt and brown pants.

You hung out with him sometimes, but your dad hated him so much for some reason that you did it in secret.