I’m on the ground. I can’t move. What happened? I can’t remember anything. Way in front of me is a bent up bicycle tyre, next to me a smashed glass milk bottle, no, multiple smashed glass milk bottles. There is a bicycle next to me, missing it’s back tyre, so that’s where the tyre came from, but how did it end up all the way over there?

I remember!

I was on my bicycle, delivering the milk as I usually do early on a Sunday and… there was a crash, I was on the ground, I felt pain.

Now I can’t move, I can’t get help. I hope someone finds me, otherwise I’ll be here forever.