Trike Patrol Sarah 〈2024-2026〉

Sarah stopped the trike, planted her boots on the deck, and waited. A pelican drifted overhead. The waves crashed below.

A group of teenagers jaywalked between booths. Sarah leaned, the trike responding instantly, and she inserted herself gently between them and a stroller. "Heads up, folks," she said, her voice calm but carrying. "Crosswalk's twenty feet that way." trike patrol sarah

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. Sarah stopped the trike, planted her boots on

They didn't see the reinforced frame. They didn't notice the first-aid kit mounted like a saddlebag or the discreet radio antenna coiled near the seat. They certainly didn't see the way Sarah's eyes moved—constantly scanning, cataloging, remembering. A group of teenagers jaywalked between booths

Just another mile. Another hour. Another small piece of peace, held together by a woman on three wheels.