After about fifty kilometres, I came across an area covered in
dandelions near a river. Time for my lunch break! Lunch
amounted to biscuits. There wasn’t a single cafe to be found.
Gazing at the crystal clear river as I munched into the
biscuits, I saw a red car weaving along the road towards me.
It stopped nearby and four men got slowly out. There was a
tubby man with a black leather jacket, a younger man with a
black shirt, a man with a garish shell-suit jacket, and a young
guy who remained silent. They looked menacing. I
concluded that they were specimens of the fabled Russian
mafia. They came towards me in a huddle, grinning.
“Fancy some lunch with us?”
(from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)