Bike Stories

Today is September 18, 2013, I was hit by a car around 10:15, I knew that because I had worn my pocket watch as a necklace. It was a normal day at first, I had other things on my mind this morning. My dad woke me up to tell me that I had to cover for my older brother again, because he forgotten to do a large portion of his chores again. I relaxed in bed until 8:30, when I decided it was time for my lazy butt to get up. I...

She rides down the street on her bike, an average pace set to get to the Bed & Breakfast by nine, but not too fast to wear herself out too much. This was, after all, her last mile of twenty-five that day. Her ears pick up on a sound to her back and she looks into her bike's rear view mirror to see a dark figure following her, matching her pace. Instead of speeding up and giving away that she knows he's there, she continue...