bike accident

Droning horn noises and then, on cue, a dark-haired girl slowly but painfully falls off her bike onto the hot hexagon sidewalk.  A guy with spiky hair smoking a slow-burn cigarette looks on in amusement.

I think about Teletubbies.  That's the type of weather this is, Teletubby weather, always 78 degrees and sunny with a light breeze coming from the direction of the 27 rainbows in the south.  

I want to marry her because she fell off her bike.  Tell her that I saw it happen, passively wondering if I could dress her inevitable knee scrape with a smooth antibiotic gel and an uncomfortable plastic band-aid.  I would try to open the band-aid professionally, with the skill and speed of a school nurse, but it would end up getting stuck to my index finger and would end up in a bunched messed on her left knee-cap.  She would call of the wedding and move to North Dakota to head up a failing CD packaging company.  So it goes.