and a powerful gust inches away upset my balance.
I land sideways off the road with the bicycle on top of me.
‘Get
out of the bloody way you maggot!’ an old driver with long white beard hurled
out insults as his truck move on with the same momentum.
I
lay still among the tall grass by the road. I stare at the blue sky for my
brief flying encounter. They were nowhere to be found. My mind went into its
relaxing mode as I catch my breath and wait for my body to regenerate. Then
there was this strange low noise.
It
wasn’t from the similar danger I had encountered earlier. It was the sound of
rattling which sound like a baby’s toy. Except that I knew that it would be
impossible for a child to be playing where I was. Stuck in between a back road,
a wild field and the back of a small town my sense of consciousness switches on
as the rattling rate accelerates.
I
took a peek from the side it came from. I slowly slide my trap leg out from underneath
the bicycle while I try to seek for the where about of the predator at the
corner of my eye. The rattling was at an alert state. It was hidden among the
tall grass from my left side. My heart race as extreme fear rushes through my
veins. Quickly I roll to the opposite side away from the rattling sound and run
for the road.
I
stand at the edge of the road and see a rattlesnake crossing over near the
bicycle. Luck I thought. After it disappeared through the grassy field I
ran for the bicycle, head out of the off road and ride away. The fear of being
bitten and poison to death was gone.
Do
not be afraid to love my acquaintance had advised. She was the
one I thought of, Samantha, and after all, we had something special earlier. I
trust her and maybe I could tell her about my adventure.
Two
hundred metres across the alley where Phil was, Samantha run from the traffic
light to the street where she lives. She was a few metres from her home. The
fanatic athlete decreases her speed for a final cool down before she stops.
Ahead
a green and black sport’s bike advances at a crawling pace. The biker was dress
in a similar clothing and helmet colour which match with the bike. The
rider’s identity was hidden under the tint visor of the helmet. Samantha spots
it as she starts to stroll.
The
biker slows the bike the moment he gets closer to her. It moves towards her.
Uncomfortable was how she felt. She was wearing a tight, black legging and an
illuminative top yellow jacket. The phobia of strangers staring at her body
seems to have made her felt uneasy.
Perhaps
he was a psycho as she knew that they come in any forms nowadays. The news and
her mother had educated her wisely. The bike comes into a halt and the biker
rest one leg on the pavement near her. Samantha quickly removes her earpiece
which was attached to a small mp3 hardware attached by her waist. Alertness was
her main aim.
‘Hi,’
a male voice says as he removes his helmet.
She
did not response but come to a halt instead. She nervously remains two arms distance
as she didn’t want to be a victim of a snatcher. First she notices the familiar
outline of the chin, cheek, mouth and nose as the helmet slowly slides upward.
Then the familiar face she had met this morning.
‘Hi,’
Samantha said.
‘I’m
Michael.’
‘Yes,
I know.’ She said joyfully.
‘May
I ask how do you know my name?’
‘At
the turf…..’
‘Oh…,
the athletic competition….’
‘Yes.’
Michael
stares at her deep in her eyes and said, ‘you’re pretty.’
Samantha
smile, ‘Thanks.’
Michael
could not resist the temptation of not staring at her. Making her aware that he
meant business and that he was in search of a companionship. She happens to be
his match.
For
Samantha the message was clear but it was up to her. She had felt it by Michael’s
seductive behaviour. Shy was how she feels the more Michael stares deep in her
soul.
‘You’re
embarrassing me.’
‘No
need to. You should be proud of your natural beauty,
I land sideways off the road with the bicycle on top of me.
‘Get
out of the bloody way you maggot!’ an old driver with long white beard hurled
out insults as his truck move on with the same momentum.
I
lay still among the tall grass by the road. I stare at the blue sky for my
brief flying encounter. They were nowhere to be found. My mind went into its
relaxing mode as I catch my breath and wait for my body to regenerate. Then
there was this strange low noise.
It
wasn’t from the similar danger I had encountered earlier. It was the sound of
rattling which sound like a baby’s toy. Except that I knew that it would be
impossible for a child to be playing where I was. Stuck in between a back road,
a wild field and the back of a small town my sense of consciousness switches on
as the rattling rate accelerates.
I
took a peek from the side it came from. I slowly slide my trap leg out from underneath
the bicycle while I try to seek for the where about of the predator at the
corner of my eye. The rattling was at an alert state. It was hidden among the
tall grass from my left side. My heart race as extreme fear rushes through my
veins. Quickly I roll to the opposite side away from the rattling sound and run
for the road.
I
stand at the edge of the road and see a rattlesnake crossing over near the
bicycle. Luck I thought. After it disappeared through the grassy field I
ran for the bicycle, head out of the off road and ride away. The fear of being
bitten and poison to death was gone.
Do
not be afraid to love my acquaintance had advised. She was the
one I thought of, Samantha, and after all, we had something special earlier. I
trust her and maybe I could tell her about my adventure.
Two
hundred metres across the alley where Phil was, Samantha run from the traffic
light to the street where she lives. She was a few metres from her home. The
fanatic athlete decreases her speed for a final cool down before she stops.
Ahead
a green and black sport’s bike advances at a crawling pace. The biker was dress
in a similar clothing and helmet colour which match with the bike. The
rider’s identity was hidden under the tint visor of the helmet. Samantha spots
it as she starts to stroll.
The
biker slows the bike the moment he gets closer to her. It moves towards her.
Uncomfortable was how she felt. She was wearing a tight, black legging and an
illuminative top yellow jacket. The phobia of strangers staring at her body
seems to have made her felt uneasy.
Perhaps
he was a psycho as she knew that they come in any forms nowadays. The news and
her mother had educated her wisely. The bike comes into a halt and the biker
rest one leg on the pavement near her. Samantha quickly removes her earpiece
which was attached to a small mp3 hardware attached by her waist. Alertness was
her main aim.
‘Hi,’
a male voice says as he removes his helmet.
She
did not response but come to a halt instead. She nervously remains two arms distance
as she didn’t want to be a victim of a snatcher. First she notices the familiar
outline of the chin, cheek, mouth and nose as the helmet slowly slides upward.
Then the familiar face she had met this morning.
‘Hi,’
Samantha said.
‘I’m
Michael.’
‘Yes,
I know.’ She said joyfully.
‘May
I ask how do you know my name?’
‘At
the turf…..’
‘Oh…,
the athletic competition….’
‘Yes.’
Michael
stares at her deep in her eyes and said, ‘you’re pretty.’
Samantha
smile, ‘Thanks.’
Michael
could not resist the temptation of not staring at her. Making her aware that he
meant business and that he was in search of a companionship. She happens to be
his match.
For
Samantha the message was clear but it was up to her. She had felt it by Michael’s
seductive behaviour. Shy was how she feels the more Michael stares deep in her
soul.
‘You’re
embarrassing me.’
‘No
need to. You should be proud of your natural beauty,
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