Sunday, 19 May 2013

Seeing Red

Mike pedals his screaming yellow mountain bike down the hot black arterial.

A side street. A Passat, painted that ubiquitously boring grey of all cars today.  A driver fails to look left. Turns right.

Mike brakes hard, avoiding the rear door by a hair.  Adrenaline fills him. He sees red.

Driver continues, oblivious.

A pity, really. The 28-year old, whose last act in life was to touch up her frosted pink lipstick, had so much to live for.

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