A Short Fast Ride
by Catherine Trizzino
Another argument. I head for my Harley - my salvation. A short fast ride should cure what ails.
I see her on the side of the road about ten miles into my ride. Under a slice of the moon’s light I can see she is gorgeous.
I slow the bike and she looks my way.
“Hop on,” I say. Aware that Jenna won’t forgive me if she finds out. Unable to stop the wheels in motion.
She gets on the bike and wraps her arms around me. Her body radiates warmth, rivaling the heat from the Harley’s engine.
“I’m, Mike,” I say.
She says nothing. Just squeezes me tighter. I’ve never cheated. Not even close. Don’t think I will tonight either, but damn this feels good.
I think about Jenna. Our lives have been intertwined forever. I still love her. I always will.
I slow the bike down. I know what I need to do.
She begins to kiss my neck and I start to pull away, but it is too late. The cold blade touches my neck.
Intense pain floods me and my last thought is of the woman I love.