Monday, 20 July 2009

When I Stole a Bike...Part 2

Suddenly, as if to divert their attention, the beautiful lady gets on a tricycle and start riding it. On her bum at first but then later advances to riding it with her feet on the saddle.

She falls. No one comes to her aid. As if time was stuck still, i look around and see that everyone has frozen in their space. Finally, someone musters up the strength to scream and the spell is broken. I kick my feet into action. I pick her up and carry her into a dodgy looking establishment. The signboard displays "Clinic".

Going through the first set of doors i come across a nurse who far from helping instructs me to "keep walking". Bitch!

I carry TBL into another room. This room is occupied by an old man, a boy and racist middle aged. He makes no attempt to hide his hatred and i see the look in his eyes. (An old man on a bench in park once told me that us brownies study eyes. Maybe some white person reading can comment on this?). Then without warning he takes out a syringe and shoves it into the neck of the TBL's accompanying male relatives ( I still haven't been beaten up by this point, whats taking them so long?). The male relative pulls it out. He is seething. He then pierces the bald mans head with that very same needle..

We run out of the clinic as quiet as we can. The bald man attempts to follow us. But he only makes it up to the door and all he see are his untied timberland boots....tbc

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