"Shirley?" Sam bellowed from the crest halfway down the mountain. No answer. Must have already reached bottom. Spilltown looked more awake then usual as he peered over his right shoulder and restarted his trip. Lights appeared to be flashing through the mist. She was more than just a competitor, but his soul mate. He was sure. Last night was proof of that.
A bit foggy for a ride down the mountain, but if Shirl could do it, so could Sam. Switchbacks made the adventure a challenge, sending shivers down his spine. Pebbles, no, rocks, tumbled from beneath the tires squirting over the edge and falling wthout a sound.
"Shirley?" Sam bellowed from the crest halfway down the mountain. No answer. Must have already reached bottom. Spilltown looked more awake then usual as he peered over his right shoulder and restarted his trip. Lights appeared to be flashing through the mist. She was more than just a competitor, but his soul mate. He was sure. Last night was proof of that. Comments are closed.
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