IDEA - 8-18-2020
by
Patrick Ryan
1,427 Words
Some call me nuts for riding my bike at 3 a.m. Statistically, though, with the number of cars on the road at the time, I have less risk of being struck than any other time of the day. I get up, ask Google, "Hey Google, is it going to rain?" "There's less than a 10% chance of rain this morning." Put on my helmet, add my bright LED lights, and start zooming through the empty streets at the highest speed I can. Approximately halfway through my bike ride, the skies open up, and it begins to pour, not just any pour, a torrential downpour with thunder and lightning. I take shelter under a gazebo in a small park; another man is also looking for shelter. As we begin to chat, he reveals that he was heading to a house where his girlfriend was sleeping with another man and was going to burn it to the ground with them inside. The man she's sleeping with is married and has children, with his wife on a business trip my girlfriend decides to play step-mom. He opens his backpack to reveal kerosene, lighters, and other flammable material. This guy is dangerous, but why is he telling me, does he want me to stop him? I could call the police; maybe I'll try to reason with him, the rain is letting up, not much time left.
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