As she rushed out on her way to work, she called over her shoulder to borrow her bike if I needed to go out. The door slammed with the word ‘yellow’ echoing through the door.
So later in the morning, I took myself outside to find a row of yellow bikes.
Which one was hers?
As I approached the one closest, a person pushed past, grabbed it, inserted something and pedalled off. People came and went leaving me bewildered. So, I did the only sensible thing. Took out my phone, set my GPS to go and walked.