Yes, there was a cycling path high up, to the side of railroad tracks that carried only freight trains. And, yes, you could use it --at your own risk (Don’t forget, pal, there’s a war going on) It needs repair, the barriers are weak. Ride at your own risk.
From one hundred feet over my head Death from the Skies. Death wore goggles and a leather face and had no features but a gaping maw… and he had not come for me or anyone else on the chilly promenade
Death came for himself The fireball on the bank of the river— that last slide in my memory show was his bright farewell.
No “ews” no “ahs”— A crackle a flash a sound. A spinning toddler stroller pushed fast by my auntie.
A horror to my eyes? Trauma? But I didn’t even know of death. The only long-term effect? I don’t ride motorcycles
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