The Bike

Once I went cycling in the woods. After a while I decided I should be getting home. I turned around but I couldn’t see the path. I started to get worried: the sun was setting fast. I could hear a storm approaching rapidly. I stumbled down a path pedalling fast. I fell of my bike…… I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. I looked around me, I couldn’t see my bike anywhere. I could see torch light in the distance. I got up and heard someone shout ”I found her!” I ran over. But just out of the corner of my eye I saw a bike sticking out of tree.