LEXIE
The afternoon sun felt warm on my back as I walked out of the bar. My bike was parked in the side lot.
I ran my hand along the handlebars, feeling the familiar smooth metal. It had been fixed for a few days now, but I hadn’t taken it out yet. Today felt like the right time.
I swung my leg over the seat, started the engine, and listened to the low, steady rumble. It felt good and familiar, like an old friend I hadn’t spoken to in too long.
I pulled out of the lot and rode slowly through Harlow, the wind brushed against my face, cool and freeing.
The streets looked different from the saddle, wider, brighter, full of small details I hadn’t noticed before. Kids waved as I passed. An old man sitting on his porch lifted his hand in greeting, the town felt peaceful in a way that still
