The bicycle looked somehow wounded as it lay across the path, as if thrown aside with careless cruelty.
There was evidence that something, or someone, had crashed, or been dragged, through the graceful waving foliage that bordered the forest walk. He followed, through the wrecked beauty, with every nerve and sinew braced in case rescue was needed.
Then he heard the voices, a woman speaking softly and a man’s deep laughter.
“You so surprised me, love.”
He turned back the way he came, smiling ruefully.
When he reached the path, he propped the bicycle against a tree and walked away.