The Boy On The Bike

 Best laid plans 

This story is worth sharing. 

I wasn’t expecting anything too

But It made me laugh 

So hopefully it will make a few of you readers titter.

I was packing my small suitcase during a real downpour when I heard a sort of bang and some distant shouting and crying. I waited for a while but the sounds continued so I pushed through the wet honeysuckle over the front door and looked into the lane. 

A sports bike was resting on its side by the field gate and a young man in Lycra and helmet stood in the street holding his side . 

He looked dreadfully upset and was bleeding from his fingers. His bike had lost it’s grip on the corner

“I’ve scraped my side !” he cried and he looked around 18 going on ten with all his face screwed up

I showed him into the cottage and he limped into the bathroom to check his wounds . 

I went through the first aid kit and dug out plasters for his hands

“I need a big dressing “ he wailed from the bathroom, all regressed and panicked 

I went upstairs with a bottle of TCP to see a large five inch square scrape on his thigh and fashioned a square of clean cotton from an old pillowcase. 

It looked like a scene from a cheap porno .

Him crying will it hurt? 

Before me saying “ Im a nurse” as I cleaned  the grit out of a nasty scrape with  my pillowcase dipped in antiseptic.

He was a brave little soldier and we dressed his cuts with plasters before he sat down on the couch and sipped some sweet orange juice before getting back on his bike 

“Me mum should be home when I get back” he said hopefully