"It’s a puncture," Jane whispered, her eyes darting to the shadows. "Cathy, I don’t like this." "It’s okay. We’ll just walk."
"Excuse me?" Cathy called out. "Is the village of Oiron nearby?" And Soon the Darkness
The man pointed toward the dark heart of the forest. "The bridge is out on the main track. You go through the trees. Quickly. It gets dark fast." "It’s a puncture," Jane whispered, her eyes darting
But as they started walking, they heard it: the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of a bicycle chain behind them. Someone was following, coasting slowly to stay out of sight. When they stopped, the sound stopped. When they hurried, the clicking quickened. "Is the village of Oiron nearby
They stopped at a crossroad where a rusted sign pointed toward a town neither of them recognized. As they debated which way to turn, a man appeared from the tree line. He was lean, dressed in a faded canvas jacket, carrying a heavy wrench. He didn’t wave; he just watched them.