100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC
by Chris Dutcher
He hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Five year sentence he’d done forty-three months, seventeen days, five hours and fifty-eight minutes. But who’s counting…
The bike wanted to go a hundred, and he’d let it. The speedo had hovered right around the one-double zero for well over an hour, he must be on fumes.
Backing off the throttle was almost like after-sex. The engine rapped down like the engine brake on a semi, counting through the gears.
Everyone looked away when he pulled up to the pumps, which was fine with him. His face tingled. He laughed.
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