The figure was speeding, almost flying through the countryside,
accelerating fast. If anyone had been there to witness it, they'd have
simply seen a flash of red and black maybe a streak of yellow, the red from
the bike, the black from the leathers, the yellow the short blond hair not
locked in place by a helmet despite the speed. The rider took risks, lent
far into the bends and came out of them hard on the gas as soon as there
was even the smallest chance to go faster.
Making bends in second, avoiding crashing by millimetres, but undeterred the figure sped on. The bike was a classic, lovingly resorted, carefully cleaned and repaired, the rider now took no care, simply pushed the machine hard, till it was going flat out, on the bending road.
Suddenly with out warning, a tree branch sank low into the rider's path, with the skill of an experienced rider and very fast reflexes, the rider pushed the handlebars out and down, balancing the move with their body weight. It was very close, to close for most riders, but this rider sped on, seemingly unperturbed by the how close they came to crashing, still maintaining the speed, driven forward.
Then the figure saw a sign, a turning, it was all done in the blink of a eye due to the speed of the bike, she turned off the road, skidding into a even smaller one, a dirt track, the bike cut through the mud, forced to slow a fraction by the conditions.
Still there was no consideration taken as mud covered the lovingly painted bodywork of the bike and the dark black leather of the figure. The road twisted and turned, but the rider looked onward never glancing back, at this speed anything else would have resulted in death.
The path narrowed barely wide enough to travel. The bike looked out of place so hard, so fast, in the quiet of the countryside, animals ran for cover as the powerful engine drove the rider onward. The noise disturbing the quiet peace that had existed before its arrival but which settled again after its passing.
The road sloped down hill, allowing the rider to pick up speed again, relentless in the quest to drive the bike faster still.
A house appeared in the distance the rider seemed to manage to drive the bike to an even great speed, spurred on by it appearance.
A single figure appeared in the doorway of the house, looking apprehensively at the approaching bike. They made no move from the doorway, they simply watched as the figure approached, a nervous look in their eyes.
The rider finally slowed skidding to a halt a few meters from the front door, simply letting the bike drop, and running for the door. The rider was covered in dust, streaked with mud, arms aching from keeping the bike upright during the long ride, but forgetting all this they headed for the door.
"What wrong!" The figure shouted from the doorway.
The rider had almost reached the door as they replied "I just wanted to be here, I had to be here," Something about the riders tone made all the other questions die away but one.
"Why?"
"Because I love you, I always have," The figures arms opened and let the rider collapse into them.
Then the sky exploded in an fiery glow and a few fractions of a seconds later the shock wave hit destroying the road the biker had travelled on, the forest and all the life within it, it reached the house ripping it apart and the 2 figures it contained, then it travelled on relentless, oblivious to the scene it had destroyed.
But just before that, before the end, in that instant, the past no longer mattered.
Making bends in second, avoiding crashing by millimetres, but undeterred the figure sped on. The bike was a classic, lovingly resorted, carefully cleaned and repaired, the rider now took no care, simply pushed the machine hard, till it was going flat out, on the bending road.
Suddenly with out warning, a tree branch sank low into the rider's path, with the skill of an experienced rider and very fast reflexes, the rider pushed the handlebars out and down, balancing the move with their body weight. It was very close, to close for most riders, but this rider sped on, seemingly unperturbed by the how close they came to crashing, still maintaining the speed, driven forward.
Then the figure saw a sign, a turning, it was all done in the blink of a eye due to the speed of the bike, she turned off the road, skidding into a even smaller one, a dirt track, the bike cut through the mud, forced to slow a fraction by the conditions.
Still there was no consideration taken as mud covered the lovingly painted bodywork of the bike and the dark black leather of the figure. The road twisted and turned, but the rider looked onward never glancing back, at this speed anything else would have resulted in death.
The path narrowed barely wide enough to travel. The bike looked out of place so hard, so fast, in the quiet of the countryside, animals ran for cover as the powerful engine drove the rider onward. The noise disturbing the quiet peace that had existed before its arrival but which settled again after its passing.
The road sloped down hill, allowing the rider to pick up speed again, relentless in the quest to drive the bike faster still.
A house appeared in the distance the rider seemed to manage to drive the bike to an even great speed, spurred on by it appearance.
A single figure appeared in the doorway of the house, looking apprehensively at the approaching bike. They made no move from the doorway, they simply watched as the figure approached, a nervous look in their eyes.
The rider finally slowed skidding to a halt a few meters from the front door, simply letting the bike drop, and running for the door. The rider was covered in dust, streaked with mud, arms aching from keeping the bike upright during the long ride, but forgetting all this they headed for the door.
"What wrong!" The figure shouted from the doorway.
The rider had almost reached the door as they replied "I just wanted to be here, I had to be here," Something about the riders tone made all the other questions die away but one.
"Why?"
"Because I love you, I always have," The figures arms opened and let the rider collapse into them.
Then the sky exploded in an fiery glow and a few fractions of a seconds later the shock wave hit destroying the road the biker had travelled on, the forest and all the life within it, it reached the house ripping it apart and the 2 figures it contained, then it travelled on relentless, oblivious to the scene it had destroyed.
But just before that, before the end, in that instant, the past no longer mattered.