A woman driving lost in thought
listening to the radio. She stopped at a red light waiting tediously for it to
finally turn green as she drove towards home. Two cars in front, dragging to
go, she wondered if they had been drinking. As she turned she saw a car. She
heard it before she saw it, a Harley’s sweet purr, black and chromed out. It
was gorgeous. Then she looked from the bike up. He was looking dead into her
soul. His eyes pierced hers even from the distance between them. He was fair
complected with blue eyes. How she knew they were blue she was unsure but
certain. He had a sucker stick hanging out his mouth with blonde hair peeking
out of his slick black helmet. It wasn't one of the dorky types of helmets
either somehow he made it look cool. He was in blue jeans and boots with a
black leather jacket on. His gaze followed hers as she drove by. She was
instantly shocked back into reality as she drove past. Nothing but curiosity of
who this man was lingered in her mind. She thought to herself I must write
about him when I get home. The need to get him on paper and preserve his
mysteriousness was imperative. It drove her all the way home and yet, while she
sat in the garage after she parked the car she had to finish singing the song
on the radio. Yet still she wrote about him the urgency it placed on her mind
came before everything else. Who is he? Why did he have such a strong effect on
me? Will I see him again?
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