TITLE: The Dead Bikers' Society
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Madeleine Duffy, the main character, is killed on her daily bike-ride to work.
Desperately I rang my bell to try to alert the driver, but its
pathetic ringing was swallowed up by street noise. I watched in horror
as the space closed around me, the shouts of nearby pedestrians
echoing in my ears.
Then, as if it was a giant shark, its churning wheels swept me
under. Caught in its grasp, with the growl of the engine in my ears, I
thrashed about furiously in the darkness. But it wouldn't release me.
Suddenly, the roaring stopped and I fell hard to the ground,
straining to see. The bent and twisted frame of my bike beside me on
the greasy asphalt was the only thing my brain could assemble into a
coherent picture. Nothing hurt, but my body refused to respond to any
of the futile commands I was trying to send out. I couldn't even hear
what the person hovering over me was shouting.
The corners of my mouth lifted slightly as Corduroy Man's worried
face appeared in my blurred line of vision. He took command of the
situation, covering me with his jacket, checking my pulse and mouthing
words I couldn't hear over the shriek of the approaching ambulance
siren. When he shifted the jacket to wrap it more tightly around my
body, I noticed my blood had stained the green to a deep red. I'll
need to buy him a new one, I thought.
And then, I died.