The man in the blackened out helmet
After he’d finished driving up and down the streets of the half shut town, revving his hotted up engine in the rain for hours and hours, silencing the meditations of the few pedestrians and intimidating the townsfolks in their holiday cocoons, he picked up the shopping — some eggs, some milk and some shampoo — for his aged mother.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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