Ruth bent her head on the side. One last question she had, before taking the bike that definitely didn’t belong to anyone even partially.

“Who’s Ward?” she wondered, before flinging one of her legs on the side of the big, ready to ride into the sunset.

The woman needed help, clearly, but more than she could offer.

One bony hand lifted to point accusingly at her, but then slapped back down to the ground with her eyes still closed.

No further objections? Well then, the bike was hers after all. Ruth cycled away with her newly acquired vehicle.