A Date With Bridgette May 2026

“Bridgette—”

“Your chariot, m’lady,” I said, leaning the bike against a rusted railing. a date with bridgette

“You’re going to pop a tire, you know!” she called out, her blonde hair whipping into a tangled halo. “We’re not late. The tide waits for no one, but it’ll wait for you.” “Bridgette—” “Your chariot

And because she was a tornado, and because the tide was rising, and because the strawberries were probably going to get sandy anyway—I ran after her. ” I said