After the Accident

After the bicycle accident, I was luck I had landed on a hip of fine sand, which had formed the previous night by flash floods following a heavy downpour.

I lied that I had fallen and broke my jaw. I was also lucky the sharp edge of the bike’s carrier missed its target. It was an ahead-on collision and only the flat frontmost part of it touched my right jaw.

Yes, I was that little, shorter than the bicycle handles. Perhaps this is why I've never felt like trying a bicycle. No parent would allow such a child to play by the road, not alone on it.

 We knew that well.

But we did it anyway. And that’s why my lie was crucial.

Saving me from additional problems.