Wonder girl Rosalyn rides her bike, eyes closed, arms stretched, cares nowhere in sight.

Fate and screaching tires.

Startled from the crash, blood on Rosalyn’s knee, Mystery man by his car, Future’s veil unseen.

“Who are you?” she asks, Unknown man, no shoes, no shirt, no story of his own.

Rose looks inside and only saw darkness, her senses on the lam. Rosalyn, scared and flustered, chose to confront this man.

Curious chatter as barely uttered questions fill the sunny air. Answers unknown in the wind.

Rosalyn points the way.

Wonder boy, he, Follows her trail, as very simple logic simply did not prevail.