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Meeting on a bridge
She cycled through the tall grass on the beaten track. Primroses, red campions and forget-me-nots bowed to her flowing braid. Out of breath, she paused. She stepped off her machine, careful not to catch her petticoat in the stokes. She gazed over the meadow swaying with pinks, blues and white, onwards to the sparkling reflexion of the river.
On the stone bridge, she could distinguish a lonely figure learning on the parapet. His battered hat confirmed that he was already waiting, for her.
Grace strode her bicycle once more and flew towards him. As she descended the slope, her pedals ran away with her wheels. Her stuttered "Aaaah !" startled Martin who looked up from the water. he just had time to see her land in a heap of legs and brush on the threshold to the bridge before he dashed to her.
As Martin bent over Grace to offer her his hand, he plucked a foxglove from her tangled hair.
"What an extraordinary plant !" he exclaimed, "how did you manage that ?"
"Help me up you fool, instead of asking stupid questions ", Grace barked.
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Inspired by sequences from the film Enola Holmes.
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