There she is… all perfect curves and sleek lines, crouching like a jungle cat before the kill. My eyes wander slowly as my mind places me astride; her rumbling with unreleased energy and me channeling that energy as, together, we devour the open road. The rumble that explodes into a roar as I open up the throttle…
“You’re doing it again!” Bekah’s shrill tone shatters my reverie and I grudgingly shift my gaze from the Triumph Tiger languishing in the driveway to meet her accusing gaze. “If you can’t take this relationship seriously, I’ll find somebody else. Someone who will, and you know I’ve got options! You do love me, don’t you?”
“Sure. Fine.” I mumble robotically. I don’t. Love her, I mean. She’s just a… something. I guess that counts.
She rolls her eyes, “God, you’re beyond worthless. Did you at least tell Wallace you’ll take the promotion?”
Wallace: my scumbag of a boss. Pretty sure he’s sleeping with Bekah. Wouldn’t be the first time she’s pulled that move.
“Uh, I’m still considering…”
“Considering what?!” she barks. “You have our future to consider!”
A chill runs down my spine at the thought. Something gleams in the corner of my vision and I see my Triumph again… waiting ever so patiently for more than the token ride around the block… waiting for the great adventure that was dreamed of but never realized.
“Yeah…” I whisper.
“That’s right!” she crows in victory, “Now go to the co-op, I need more shampoo and conditioner. And please, actually make sure you get the right kind this time!”
A temptation flickers into being and I let a possibility play out in my mind. I turn on my heel without a backward glance and say, “I’m gonna take the motorcycle.”
“Oh no you’re – ” the slam of the door cuts her off and I keep walking.
‘I’m considering things alright,’ I think as I swing my leg over the Triumph’s frame. The smooth leather of the seat presses against the back of my jeans. My keys are in my hand and I pull one off, turning it to and fro in my fingers. Considering…
I can hear Bekah slamming doors and cursing at nobody in particular in the house behind me. The temptation burns a little brighter and that’s all it takes. I yield. I toss a key over my shoulder and start the bike. She roars to life with excitement, coughing away the boredom and stale air.
“It’s been too long, baby.” I whisper as I rev the engine. I disengage the clutch, kick her down into first, and take off.
My house key lies gleaming on the pavement as my home and the woman inside it disappear; but I don’t look back. I’m not going to the co-op. Truth be told, I don’t know where I’m going. I’m just going and I know it’s gonna be good. You know why? Cause the sunshine’s on my shoulders, the wind’s in my face, and I’m already smiling.