Strides

The strides. Her strides are what strides are meant to be. Her strides put meaning in the word stride, and makes all other strides look like...stroods. Not Strood, the town in the unitary authority of Medway in Kent, South East England, but “strood” the pathetic, measly form of a stride. If I saw AL stride alongside me, I’d collapse. To keep up with her strides I’ve decided I would use one of those electric scooters. I’d wear an AW dress (even tho it would pain me), and she’d never know. She’d think, “finally! A woman who can stride alongside my superior strides!” Then we’d make our way around town, hand in hand, striding superiorly past all the mediocre strooders.