Snowflakes | A 100 Word Story

#227 Queen of Parchment

We rode all night on that motorcycle. I sat behind her. My arms wrapped around her waist. The wind whipping past us on the open road. I didn’t ask where we were going. I knew she wouldn’t tell me. She never did on nights like these.

With the tank nearly empty we stopped at a gas station. She filled the tank while I avoided contact with the toilet seat in the bathroom. When I came out there were snowflakes falling. Winter had arrived unexpectedly. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out.

When I opened them, she was gone.