No blood, but no movement either. Ambulance has already arrived.
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No blood, but no movement either. Ambulance has already arrived.
My cure for today's news: I lean over handlebars, legs churn, heart thumps. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wind whispers through helmet holes.
Jasper raced into the house and hollered, “Adrian’s been hit by a car.” I rolled my eyes. (Jasper lived a life of excitement even when none existed.)
The freewheel snicks as I coast towards the apartments. It’s overcast and the asphalt is perfect. I lean left and right, then stand up, legs pumping, rocking the bike.
“Come on!” she whispered. We’d snuck into the McGuinn’s basement where Andy kept his bicycle.