Thursday, June 01, 2017

Oona Gets Rid of Her Bike

Just before the biker hit the side of the car she thought, "that biker is gonna hit the side of that car," and so it was strangely devoid of surprise that she watched the bike's front tire sink into the car's front fender. It was with a kind of bland familiarity that she watched the biker lift off from his seat like a rocket or a hot air balloon, and tumble through the air over his own shoulder to land on his back on the hood of the car. It wasn't until after the violence was over that horns began honking. As the biker pulled off his helmet, brown ringlets spilling from a plastic shell, she decided to sell her own motorcycle right away.


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