Under the piercing blue sky stood a motorrad and it’s rider. Opposite them sat a small girl, about six or seven years of age.

“Won’t you take me with you?”

“Apologies, but I won’t be able to help you” the rider said, with a stern expression on her face

The girl, who’s face was once lit up with joy swung her arms, as if protesting.

“Why?!” She cried, with a frantic expression on her face.

The motorrad driver stood up and told the child:

“Travelling is too dangerous”

“Yeah, and theres no room for you to sit on me.” The motorad cut in.

The girl grabbed onto the Travellers leg

“Please, oh please. I’ll be good, i’ll go to bed when i’m told. And I can help you with things like cleaning” She said desperately

The traveller climbed onto the motorrad, and while doing this said:

“Impossible, I have my hands full looking after myself. You should stop your notion about it, I am selfish… I am very selfish”

And with that, she drove off. Leaving a trail of smoke behind her.