‘ciled
Saturday, March 22nd, 2008The sun was deceptive. Bright as it was, it did not feel warm out today.
It was fortunate that I was on rollerblades and keeping active. The weeks of inactivity had taken their toll on me, and I was feeling the padding I worked hard to remove return to me.
My wheels, creaking, struggled to maintain the forces I was placing on them. I turned my head up from the ground ahead of me to find another mass accelerating toward me.
The shock of seeing pink spandex in the 21st century was only a trifle compared to the realization that the woman was coming at me with more speed and less control than I was engaged in, approaching her.
The imminent collision had my left arm bounce off her prominent bosom, and I piked to the right, feeling the force of impact cause me to spin violently on my axis and land on my back and head.
Oh no.
