The streets were empty. I was new to town and didn't know anybody. The pavement was slippery from the cold winter ice that had formed overnight. I tripped and broke my ankle.
I looked around and didn't see a sould. I panicked. I started having an asthma attack. I did not have an inhaller on me.
Out of nowhere came gliding across the pavement a group of roller derby players. They swooped me up and held me up in the air. Never had I seen a moshpit on wheels. Soon enough they delivered me to closest E.R., where I was attended to.
I looked over and saw them sliding their way out the hospital. "Who are you?", I shouted. One of them hesitated, then turned to me. It was clear she was in charge. "I'm Springcurl. But they call me Spring."