04-26-2022, 09:46 AM
Finding a bike was turning out harder than Ruth had expected. Weeks in Whitby and she still hadn’t found a suitable two wheels to buy. She was so desperate she was starting to hope to encounter a “stray.”
This looked like it could be just that, a stray. Ruth turned her head to one side, then the other, then got closer to the bike, without touching it. She looked around, wondering if there was anyone in sight who might own the two wheels.