The blinker was accidentally switched on during its decent and the flickering orange light was the only thing visible in a field full of darkness. They tried to catch their breath, stale from the slight stench of Balinese Arak, in between bouts of laughter. The familiar narrow path was never a problem, until tonight. That last drink was probably unnecessary. How in the world were they going to get their rented motorbike out of this field of rice paddies?
It Was Probably Inevitable