by Asta Idonea
He backed out of the parking space and... bang! Shit. What had he hit?
The motorcyclist lay pinned beneath his bike, but then he moved. As he clambered to his feet, James shot out of the car.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Didn’t know you guys were so under-worked you had to drum up your own business.”
They laughed together. They smiled at one another. And the April Fool joke was long forgotten.