Flash Fiction: Motorcycle

motorcycleShe was proudly showcased in the garage.

Chrome buffed and polished to a glimmering shine.

The bold red paint and black leather were tended with gentle hands in quiet caresses.

I never understood how the callused hands that left hidden bruises could be so tender.

Sometimes I was jealous of that motorcycle.

Most of the time?

Because when the engine roared to life and carried him down the road I could finally, fearlessly, breathe.

 

Welcome to the Winter Quarter with a new series of flash fiction coming your way! Brought to us by the beautiful Red of the M3 blog and Flash in the Pan

The word for this flash is MOTORCYCLE with a word limit of 75.  This flash comes in precisely at 75.

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7 Responses to Flash Fiction: Motorcycle

  1. Wow! “…how the callused hands that left hidden bruises could be so tender.”
    No doubt about it. This is stupendous writing.
    Is FTP still ongoing?

  2. I get this one entirely.

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