The Police rang the doorbell at 0045.
I could still feel the blow to the ribs I had received.
My shift finished late last night, all the faxing of documents and filing paperwork takes time especially when the fax continues to jam and screw up assessment reports. I unchained my bike, attached the headlight and set off slowly for home.After taking the short-cut under the Highway I only had the final Kilometer ride down Riverside Boulevard to home.
A man walking on the opposite side of the road moved out towards me as if wanting to ask me a question. I clicked down from high gear and let the bike slow. Then I noticed something that raised my awareness. As I drew closer he had moved into a crouching position ready to spring at me.
I powered up and directed the bike at him. He stayed stationary, not sure what to do. I swerved at the last moment. He lunged, fists clenched. I stretched my body as far as possible but his fist connected with my ribs and continued with force hitting my back pack causing it to fly up behind my head.
I slowed and turned to try to make sense of what had just happened."What the hell is the matter with you?" I yelled pumped full of adrenaline. He started to run towards me... I sprung back onto the bike and hoped the chain would hold as I powered off. His footsteps were closing fast, I could tell he was in full sprint. Eventually, to my relief, I heard him give up the chase.
Fifty yards down the road I stopped again. He was still walking toward me as I called the police. I witnessed him attack a car, trying to open the doors and climbing onto the bonnet of one to stop her driving off. I bolted inside the secure garage of our apartment block.
I wonder what will happen next
Alvin
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