And It Is Sadly Sobering
“It’s been a while, Sweets,” said the bald man to the gravestone at his feet.
It didn’t matter to Niles that she didn’t respond back. She was a motorcycle after all, and a dead one to boot. Niles was just here to pay his respects and tell his old flame that he had finally moved on.
“It’s been far too long. And for that I’m sorry. Harley just isn’t the same, and it almost feels dirty riding her. Oh who am I kidding, Harley ain’t a her. It ain’t anything more than a fuckin’ bike,” he said as he kicked away some dirt with his prosthetic leg that had been covering the small marker. It read, “Sweet Cherry Pie Niles”, below that, was his own date of birth, and the day he crashed his motorcycle a decade earlier.
“You, Sweet Cherry Pie, you were something else.”
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