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Two Lights Passing in the Night

21 September, 2011 (10:37) | Story

Late Night Bike Rides by Wilfrido Hernandez
Late Night Bike Rides by Wilfrido Hernandez.

Their wheels hum in unheard harmony as they approach the tunnel from opposite ends. The still night air whistles harmonics in their ears, the chorus distracting pleasantly from the crisp cold nipping gently at their exposed skin.

They strain their eyes in unison, each fighting the inky darkness of the unlit tunnel and the stark light of their lamps, each just a shadow moving in opposite directions.

“We are but two lights passing in the night,” he calls, his voice echoing off the walls of the tunnel.

Her brakes squeal as she slides to a stop by the far end, the dim moonlight silhouetting her against the night sky. He stops in turn, looking back at her across the empty tunnel.

“What?” she asks, her confusion bridging the silence.

“I said that we are but two lights passing in the night.”

“What does that even mean?” She tries to make out his features, but the darkness and distance conspire to stop her. The rear red lights blink steadily, splashing the walls with a gentle and soft hue.

“We are both travelers, peddling down an empty path. We’re lost in our thoughts, in the night, in the steady hum of our bicycles. We move in opposite directions, yet in complete and unspoken unison, sharing a common experience. We each look to the other, wondering if it’s the same for the other. We pass, yet no words pass between us.”

“But… you did say something,” she replies, her furrowed brow invisible to the man across the tunnel.

“I did,” he admits, smirking as much to himself as to her. “And yet we are still but two lights passing in the night.” The silence lingers for a moment as his words echo into the calm darkness. “Have a good evening.”

Before she can respond, he turns his bike and accelerates away, his tailights fading as he disappears into the night.

She ponders his words, wondering the who and the why. She turns her bike homeward, smiling softly as the gentle hum whirs to life once more. Together, they ride.



  • Mark Krebs

    Later, she dialed -911.
    “No it’s not an emergency NOW, but I just want to report him.”

    “This guy on a bike, in the tunnel, at the underpass by Pearl.”

    “No, he didn’t have a weapon that I could see, but it was dark.  …He WAS mustachioed, I’m pretty sure about that, and swarthy, or hulking, a little bit.  He could overpower me!”

    “No, he didn’t,not yet.  But…”

    “Not threatening, but there was poetry, he had poetry and he used it without compunction.”

    “Yeah, it was pretty bad.  Are you going to send a cruiser?”

    “Look I need him locked up in my bedroom!” Voices rising… “No, I mean, locked out of it, of course! Can you even Imagine what might happen?  There would be no stopping us, …him.”

    “What am I supposed to do?  What if he does it again?!, or doesn’t? I don’t KNOW!”