… but not that short. He was already a long way out, peddling on this gloomy Saturday morning to start his day at the mines. A true weekend warrior and the sudden rain did him no favours. He turned a corner, squinting his eyes to avoid the drops, then pushed through the pedals once again. As he gained speed, his vision became more impaired by the second. But he needed to arrive, the rain was worth the risk. Another turn. He stood up from his seat to gather even more speed. A crossroad, then a car. In the last second, he swerved to the right. The car missed him by inches, but the palm tree didn’t. With a loud thump his bike and body came to a hard stop and an unpleasant landing next to the tree.
In the distance, he could hear sirens echoing through the air. He was fine, he thought. Probably one big stretching exercise and he would be good to go. Then he opened his eyes, and white hospital light beamed right into his soul.
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