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The Biker

Posted in Stories and reviews by Kathy Da Silva, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 21, 2022 by kathydasilva

The road had been left sheeny and black like coal and the rain had spat down a load enough to fill the drains and blur a person’s vision.

Wipers swished to-and-fro in the rain. Dr Frank Banbury, approached the junction in his old Volvo saloon car. Outside, the light had dimmed, large clouds full of water in their grey cumulus forms spread across the sky. The tea-time traffic, had built up around the roundabout, which functioned to ferry cars to the centre or outskirts of town.  The science building loomed to his right, as he struggled to see the road signage and decide which route to take. Dr Banbury’s work took him round the world frequently, as a top biochemist and researcher working in the field of medicine, his main interest the hard to cure diseases of the planet. The car lurched forward as vehicles gave way. There was a pregnant pause before entering the stream of cars ahead.

The light glaring like a fog lamp does, somehow the light gets fuzzed and the beam seemed endless, but there was only this one source…. yellow beam from a vintage vehicle…a screech, slide, bang, skid…flop…. can’t move…tried… gasping…wounded, bones stuck in awkward angle, tangled with machine, flipped, spreadeagled, smashed skull, helmet on the island somewhere, long grasses…wrapped in thoughts, anger. Black, dark, sky, black dark, space, blackened water, face down, heart throbbed, throbbed, throbbed.

Sirens, ambulancemen, in vests that glowed.

‘Sir can you hear me? Can you hear me?’

Felt for breath, checked for pulse. There was a faint glimmer of hope as Kevin raised a hand and let out an almighty sound of painful awakeness, ‘Arghaaa’, The owner of the abandoned vehicle grey Volvo, had vanished. The spineboard was fetched, and Kevin’s mutilated body was positioned with neck brace holding his head still. Two fractured leg injuries and blood trickling down from a cut to his forehead. ‘Would you like some gas and air, sir?’

(Flash fiction piece.. less than 356 words)