|Writing Implements 1879|
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Genre: Mystery/Police Procedural
Chapter 1 – Speed Kills
But my tad says speed’s another killer he must curb - it’s his job.
I soar around a bend, then open the throttle down the last straight towards Tremadog. The distinctive blue and yellow markings lurking behind a stone wall warn me and I slow. Heddlu – Police.
I can’t have Sergeant Marc Anwyl’s traffic police colleagues at North Wales Police reporting his daughter Sparkle for speeding on her new bike. Must evade that first offence. Imperative.
The town is busy, although not heaving like nearby Porthmadog which draws the tourists now the warmth of summer has banished the rain – for a few days. Reason to avoid going that way and getting held up. I have a better way to save time. No marks for getting to college late.
The main road north is busy, and I wait my chance to dive across the roundabout to cut through to the coastal road along the Llyn Peninsula.
Control the speed. Other adrenaline boosts will come. Time to negotiate traffic.
The shadow of the railway bridge looms. An object dislodges as I slow for the roundabout beyond.
It falls. I swerve – into the ditch.
Instinct causes me to smash my bike. Tumbling. Alive.
A second object. Duck.
Pain and darkness envelop me.