Should+she+hit+the+pothole+and+fall+off+her+bike?

She was so caught up in what was in her pocket that she didn’t see the hole until it was too late. The front tire of her bike hit the hole hard and she felt herself flying over the handle bars. She landed with a loud thump and felt her ankle twist. She cried out in pain, grabbing her ankle with her hands. She wiped tears from her eyes and then noticed the caterpillars moving out of her pocket. “No,” she started to say, but they moved quicker than she would have imagined and they seemed to be traveling towards her hurt ankle. She watched as they both formed a circle on her foot and a bright light flashed. She closed her eyes against the light. When she opened it up again, her ankle felt healed. The caterpillars were now in the dirt and they seemed to be forming a word. “Goodbye,” it said, and then they disappeared into the brush. “Goodbye,” she whispered, wondering about the magic that had just happened.


 * The End **