When The Motorcyle Fell

Photo by Duncan Adler on Unsplash

It was late on a Sunday evening. We were driving home from a backyard barbecue — the windows were open just a crack to let in that fresh summer breeze, and the radio was humming in the background as we chatted about the evening. The baby was fast asleep in the backseat. Life was good.

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Megan Minutillo

Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.