Short Story

It was one of those golden October days. The sun was shining, the birds singing and the trees had those glorius colours in their leaves. While she was waiting outside her house to be picked up, a cyclist passed her by and remarked: "THIS is the golden October!" She could only agree, while noticing, that the cyclist had change sides on the street and on the other side a car was coming, though slowly.
As she was about to shout out a warning, the cyclist saw where she was and changed sides. "Phew, that could have been a very dead Octobre for her."

End of story. It does say that it is only a short story... :-)