Nelson
whisper out loud, "Oh God," to no one. The bike strikes the guard rail, and metal buckles with the im~ pact. The man is suddenly flying through the air, legs pumping, arms akimbo, while the bike skitters down the ramp on its side. The man tries to right himself in the air as he disappears over the embankment. He's gone, and the sky is bluing, the sun bright now through the trees.
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FUGUE #28