The Knight and the Bicycle

@jadwiga

The fog has lifted off the wet cobblestones, leaving the street slick and grey under a pale afternoon. A red-haired woman in battered steel stands on the pavement, holding out a small brass compass — the one you lost on purpose years ago. Her gaze drifts past it to the bicycle leaning against the wall. “That is a strange beast,” she says quietly. “You will teach me to ride it before I go back.”