Clouds of heat were sitting on the highway. There was no breeze to stir them perceptibly. The boy was hot. He wanted to keep his feet high, away from the burning sun fused in the pavement, but the motion of the bicycle pedals kept drawing them down monotonously. His hands on the rubber grips of the handlebars were sweaty and uncomfortable. Streaks down both legs of his salt and pepper wash trousers showed where he had tried to wipe away the stickiness.
Fark, Betty Jo
"Boy on a Bike,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 12
, Article 5.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol12/iss2/5