Xev Bellringer Ride -

“You left the keys.”

I sit on the edge of the bed. He stands by the window, backlit by the parking lot’s orange sodium glow. xev bellringer ride

Long-form short story (~4,000 words equivalent in detail) Part One: The Farewell Note I found it taped to my bathroom mirror at 6:47 on a Tuesday morning. “You left the keys

For a long moment, neither of us speaks. The bike ticks as it cools. A cricket saws somewhere in the dry grass. xev bellringer ride