Bike lane

As good as their word, the new council ripped out the bike lane, leaving a yawning crevasse down each side of the road, a wound in the skin of the world that none could see the bottom of. A child or two fell in; they should not have been playing near the road in any case. The voters were delighted. But, they asked after a week or two, where were they to park?

Next week, I will be on a Hebridean island. I will still be writing daily stories, but they may not reach you until I return to these shores. I don't know exactly what will reach you when, but I will make you whole before too long.