{"sf1_id":1396787,"sf2_id":"AnKOzXjn","title":"The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)","author":"Moriar","words":76,"posted_at":"2018-12-17T03:30:00.000Z","tags":["Bike","Coyote","Very Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1396787-the-ride-to-work-otherwise-untitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKOzXjn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d2/2b/d22b72bb-276a-41f3-a580-0e17abee419f","description":"#92 of Short Stories\n\nA coyote rides to work, in a crisp dawn.","content":"~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The morning's blending of the last wisps of Winter chill and flat dampness of Spring's dour slammed into the coyote's face as he turned down the town's main road. A stubbornly rising sun flickered against the horizon, putting a bit more urgency into the rhythm of his pedaling. The impending oversight of the day's light always made him a bit more mindful of his paces. The wrinkles of his uniform fading away, the coyote smiled.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Short Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1396784-old-friends-in-a-younge-place-otherwise-untitled.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1396788-turn-it-over-otherwise-untitled.json"}}