Michael Malone - Weebly

Limus Barnum had a motorcycle. Gravel spat like
bullets in the sun when he spun it out of his driveway to
scare Polly Hedgerow. She swung her bike away from
his approach. His machine skidded sideways, and,
embarrassed, Lime skipped off to run beside it, as if he
had planned all along to walk it down the lane.
"Hey, watch out!" Polly yelled, to be sure he knew
she knew he had fallen.
He knew. "Where's your pretty friend?" he asked.
"I couldn't presume to say," she replied. "Did you
get hurt falling off?"
"You're the one that's gonna get hurt, riding that
bike in the middle of the street like that." Barnum
tightened his helmet, popped his clutch, and jumped
away like a racetrack rabbit.
Sleepers wake. "That asshole Barnum," said one of
them, roused to consciousness by the roaring
motorcycle. A.A. Hayes, Lime's next-door neighbor,
hid his head under the pillow. His wife left their bed.
Sleepers wake. Coleman Sniffell, who worked for
A.A. Hayes, said to his wife, Ida, who worked for Dr.