Rubber issues

The cold air brought me round with a jolt.  The sky was blurry, blossom blocking the suns feeble attempts to bring light to the enchanting land.  I reached to put quiet to the manufactured noise that was shattering natures dawn chorus with its technical squawking.  The timer was red with –10 written in the middle.  Memories of an earlier cacophony faded in and out.  I wonder if those Android geeks had envisaged an oversleeping audaxer when they added the auto-snooze to the timer.

I silenced it and rolled off the picnic bench.  Sally was waiting faithfully, leaning against the table, neither eager or reluctant to continue but she tempted me non the less with her soft contoured seat and reliable charm.

I pushed her through the gravel car park that I had entered just fifty minutes earlier to the black road without.

As I resumed my climb I began to shiver, but I knew that with my waterproof on I’d be sweating soon enough.

Ahead I saw a figure emerge into the verge of the road.  He pulled a large object from the hedge and tinkered with it.  Red and white cut the dark.  I was not alone.

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