(75 word short story published on Paragraph Planet on Sunday 06-Sep-2015)

Fully expecting lip from the tangled knot of schoolkids splayed across the cycle path, they spot him and miraculously part with a cheery "soz, mate".

Grateful, he dings his thanks.

One of the uniforms, perhaps the lad on the red Chopper, dings in reply.

His thumb double-dings acknowledgement.

This, too, is echoed back.

As the call-and-response carillon continues, dog-walkers wonder at both the Doppler effect and the Lycra-clad loon now grinning like a madman.