Not many people were

Not many people were biking this morning.

One who did attempt the hill near our house skidded and wiped out on the crunchy ice and sleet that fell last night. Her maroon bag toppled out of the black wire basket of the bike, and her possessions slid over the road.

She carefully picked up strewn business cards, a walkman, and cosmetics. Then, checking her dark pantyhose for tears and readjusting her skirt and coat, she picked up her bike and walked it the rest of the way down the hill.