The young man cycled on the path
of a Crooks Valley Road morning.
He turned to Winter Street
and met the person who would
leave many, wondering. Meeting by
collision, acquaintance through casualty,
she drove into him, leaving him bloodied
bruised and scarred. She got out of her vehicle
and said little. Her kids, they would frighten,
they must get to school. She left him there and drove off.
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