This morning on my daily walk along Station Road I was greeted by the awkward site of a rather well-built, half naked man shakily riding a white mountain bike towards me along Drake Street. His head was crudely wrapped in white bandages and in his hand was a clear plastic bag containing what I at first thought was chopped up red meat. As he got closer I realised he was covered in blood, the bag containing his blood-soaked shirt and jacket, his white sneakers and jeans also spattered. I asked him what had happened but he smiled and shouted something I couldn't understand over his shoulder. He made his way up the bridge over the railway tracks and disappeared.
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