Scars Of A Broken Bond

He ignited the engine, a powerful hum filling the air as they prepared for their escapade.

As the engine roared to life, they sped away from the confines of the community.

Sabrina couldn’t help but be surprised by the sudden burst of acceleration. She clung to Tyrone’s waist, leaning snugly against his back, her silent complaints fading into the wind.

The gusts of wind howled around them, almost drowning out Sabrina’s muffled protests.

The streets, sparsely populated with vehicles, stretched out ahead of them, inviting the thrill of the open road.

They cruised freely along the open road, the resonant engine’s song enveloping them in a world of their own.

Tyrone’s voice broke through the symphony of the engine.

“How are you feeling?”

Angela’s Library

confessed, even though her

ever perceptive, noticed her

hands are cold, you

hand into the warmth of his pocket and inquired, “When did you first

the motorcycle’s bold energy at odds with Tyrone’s usual

offering a glimpse into

scenery whizzed past as they sped along the road. Sabrina couldn’t resist

whisking me off

spirits of adventure