He rubbed his weary eyes... What trickery could this be? Was it a signboard draped in disguise Or the reflection of light off a tree?
Seconds ticked as he drew closer. The lady materialised to rule out prior suspicions. His fingers wrestled over the rusty brake lever, Wheels squealed their futile objections.
The lady wore a face he could barely see... She had long tresses that bore an alluring fragrance. Her beauty tipped the scales allowing him bravery, Unafraid he asked, "Miss, may I be of assistance?"
Her voice seemed to ride the subtle night breeze, Coating his ears like sugar laden candy. Soft and demure... Yet laced with a hint of tease, She had said, "I'm stranded in the dark as you can see..."
"What luck!", he thought, seizing the opportunity He removed his sack to make space for her. His heart raced being in the damsel's good company, The lady slid herself onto the rack before they both rode together.
As he pedalled hard, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Her voice came again, a tender little whisper, *"I live rather close... Not far off from here... A little over the hill... Just over yonder..."