Trike Patrol Sarah — Tested & Working
The sun hammered down on the cracked asphalt of the boardwalk, baking the salt spray into a sticky film. For most, it was a day for ice cream and shade. For Sarah, it was a shift.
Sarah stopped the trike, planted her boots on the deck, and waited. A pelican drifted overhead. The waves crashed below. trike patrol sarah
Just another mile. Another hour. Another small piece of peace, held together by a woman on three wheels. The sun hammered down on the cracked asphalt
The teens grumbled but moved. The mom pushing the stroller gave a grateful nod. Sarah didn't nod back. She was already looking past them, toward the pier entrance where a man was shouting at no one. planted her boots on the deck
