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Flash Fiction: Motorcycle

The calendar was covered in big red X’s to count down the days until she could move her family from hell without guilt. The idea of staying another day was enough to make her want to slit her throat but she had to endure. The revving of an engine brought her out to reality and she slipped on her motorcycle helmet for an afternoon of freedom.

Why is she counting the days? Is her reality really so bad she’d rather be dead than live in it? What is it about riding a motorcycle that makes you feel so free?

The word is motorcycle and this post comes in at 66 of the 75 word limit set by the Flash in the Pan challenge from the M3 blog. Visit M3 for details and official rules.
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