My New Bike
"Mister..Sir..Can you help me get back home.." And with that a bitter tear manages to burst from your tear-ducts and smoothly roll down your red cheek. "You cryin'!" He grumbles. You slowly nod your head, with an urge to sob about your mistake. But you realize that this may not be the best of times. He completely ignores you, even as you begin to shuffle away, despair consuming you in it's cruel twisted shadows. "Hey kid!" You hear behind you, in a near-cheerful tone.
Turning round you look into the eyes of this fat, miserable man. "Y-y-yes..Mister.." You mutter.
"Do you..."
You look up, your despair almost wisping away with the wind. 'What's he going to say? Will he finally take me home?'
"...Know where the nearest Doctor is?"
The fat figure of a man clutches his heart, and becomes a quick heap on the ground, face first.
"NO!" You scream.
Turning round you look into the eyes of this fat, miserable man. "Y-y-yes..Mister.." You mutter.
"Do you..."
You look up, your despair almost wisping away with the wind. 'What's he going to say? Will he finally take me home?'
"...Know where the nearest Doctor is?"
The fat figure of a man clutches his heart, and becomes a quick heap on the ground, face first.
"NO!" You scream.