Lena: Polanski Riding

When the clouds gathered, a thin drizzle began. Lena slowed, turned on her front light, and kept her eyes on the path ahead. The rain made the dirt slick, but the bike’s fresh tires held firm. She reached the damaged bridge just as the first thunder rolled.

The bridge’s central beam was cracked. The town’s engineers had estimated a week for a permanent fix, but the children needed to cross today. Lena thought fast: lena polanski riding