Keep those votes for Readers' Choice coming! You all have done a wonderful job commenting and supporting each other. I love to see all the new friends being made.
In keeping with tradition and spirit of community, I always do a story myself. Here is what I felt moving on the running wind.
by Jason Evans
He shifted gears.
The forest pulled into a blur with his speed.
As his thoughts churned, the curves folded and unfolded, and he slid deeper into the dark exhale of the trees.
Her devil's smile.
The yellow lines straightened and rose.
Her laugh when she didn't want to laugh.
Ahead, a hill sketched darkness against the twilight.
The skin on her shoulder. Like a sunset on calm water.
The weight of the bike lifted.
The bending of her neck.
He soared from the road into milky blue.
Ripping into her. Her arson eyes.
Gravity dragged at him.
Crashing against her naked body. The sweetest violence.
He sank back into the seat and rumbled with the scream of the engine.
In the valley, the motorcycle leaned deep with the rolling land.
Her vicious smile. Her Sadistic words.
He tasted her on the wind.
How he wanted to save her.
How she needed.
To hurt him.
He squeezed out the thoughts, but they wriggled through.
The speed swept him faster and faster. A farewell billboard whooshed back with the lonely state line.
Out of the forest to the edge of fields, a warm pocket of honeysuckle bathed him.
Even without her.
Even without anyone.
The claw grip on his chest relaxed. One painted fingernail. Maybe two.
Ahead, a reflected word emerged in the distance. Welcome. And he tried not to taste her on the wind.