01 July 2006

Sticky blood

Been dwelling in old memories a bit lately. This is one from when I was walking down the hill to school as a kid, seeing the kind old bald man start to wobble on his bike and then fall off, scraping his head on the tarmac. When we caught up with him he lying there, he was face down, his twitching frame stuck between the bent wheels and a patch of the darkest blood i'd ever seen (much darker than the stuff in the horror films I loved at the time).

Shortly after the a couple of cars pulled up and a shaking man chased us away from the scene.

Never saw the old man again after that.

Guess it was too much for him.