@parapsychz
From his bike’s company, thrown on it’s side by sheer force of gravity and looking rather sad on the side of the road, did he rise from a squatting position. It must have looked something awful. He was straight out of a horror movie as he slowly turned his bare bones neck to glance at what was behind him, the ever persistent rain not enough to put out the fire that lit up the night and engulfed him. “Can you stop gawkin’ like some rubbernecker, son?”









