Cycling

A Story by Flithy_Whisper

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Once a blurry day ago, on a sweltering summer noon, I strolled along the empty suburban road.

All to myself and no-one else's.

Unintentionally lost in a dreary thought once again as the consistent tap of my trainers keeps me in a sort of trance-like state like a metronome that's purposely tedious in reaching for the next tap.

Eyes locked on the path ahead, that swayed gently in time with my body until unintentionally, passing something still and somewhat hairy. This violently sparked something into reanimating me back to the real world.

Overwhelmed by the sudden burst of vivid green brush that was intertwined in violet string held together like a hand-sewn pillow made by something that felt tender love and everlasting kindness to the beast that was put to rest.

A badger! laying on its side letting the silent breeze playfully rummage through its black with brown roots fur and the fresh lawned pointy grass that seem to tickle its paws as well as the blood that trailed down its lips to its partly opened eyes that saw through the innocent white veil. I still remember my silence.

I still reminisce over that moment to this day. A simple reminder really, that one day... one day that is ...