
SALUTARY BIRD’S VOICE
It was my daily journey from work. I ridemy bike very fast. A gentle but long mountains descent. As I approach the town that is on my route.
And suddently I hear something very strange. A loud, insistent, terryfying, unfamiliar voive of a unknown bird.
It forcesme stop and look around. But I don’t notice anything in the sky, in the surrounding several trees, bushes and building roofs ( the voice came from very high, but I check everything ).
I reach the bend anyway. The voice stop.
I wants to get on my bike.Then I can see the mortal danger !
Just behind the bend someone pulled a thic ellectric cable across the entire width road. The cable runs from the window on the ground floor of the first house to the fence on side the road. The cable is a height of about one and half meter.
Behind the fencethe cable runs to a truck, standing there and the old man repairs something.
I almost faint at the though of what would happen to me if I rode my bike into cable… I approach slowly the fence and in aweak, shocked voice i say to the man : ” Do you realize what you are exposing a personriding a bicycle or motorbike ? You want to murder someone?”
The man tells me that this is a dirt road, hardly frequented. He doesn’t apologize or unplug cable. I can seehe is a rude simpleton. So I tellhim that I’ll inform the nearby police station about it. Without looking back. I enter the nearby houses one by one and ask if someone is breedind a peacock or another large bird. But everyone says no.
I’m very touched, it occurs to me that maybe it was warming from my dead mother. Becouse in voice of bird was something like my mother’s voice. When I still drive this road every day again, I look around for a some sign. But nothing more extraordinary happens to me …
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THE SOFTPUSH
I’m riding my bike sharply down the mountain along a forest road over scattered stones and unevennes.
My bike is old and completely unsuited for such a ride i have. But I want occasionally to visit my family on other side ot the mountains.
At some points, I feel that the steering wheel of my bike isw breaking and I’m flying with momentum on stones or into abyss next to road !
But my flight ends with a gentle falljust above the gulf and on the only clump on abyss. And on the only clump of grass growing there ! I realize that I felt like a gently push or rather transfering me to this grass. I don’t have any scratches or sprains.
My bike is a few meters away and it noy suitable to repairs to continue riding. I dont throw it away and walk with it after a few hours wonder how II’m here.
Along the way I wonder how I managed to fall so happily…It was nological explantation.
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