"Who's that!" cried the American. "Us, with the vehicles," someone husked. "You might say --we got the collision."
Ray "Share the Road" Bradbury
The flashlight fixed them. The American gasped. A moment later, the battery failed.
But not before he had seen the two village lads jogging along with no trouble at all, easily, lightly, toting under their arms two ancient black bicycles minus front and tail lights.
But not before he had seen the two village lads jogging along with no trouble at all, easily, lightly, toting under their arms two ancient black bicycles minus front and tail lights.
"What . . . ?" said the American.
But the lads trotted off, the accident with them. The fog closed in. The American stood abandoned on an empty road, his flashlight dead in his hand.
Ray "Share the Road" Bradbury
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