Blue and Yellow Trail Arrows

Hill stops pedalling and lets the bicycle freewheel down the hill, the view over to the mainland gradually receding until he is surrounded by tightly packed pine trees and blue and yellow trail arrows.

How many days since we communicated, Hill thinks.

Hill takes a photo of the bike’s front wheel pointing towards a narrow dirt track with the caption: I’m an outdoors guy now. you?

Hill touches send, touches cancel, and then watches as the message is sent, received, and seen.

Hill turns his phone off and puts it in his trouser pocket. He looks around for red squirrels before pedalling aggressively towards the trail that leads to the water’s edge.