Riders on the Storm


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Once, I rolled through a toll booth, and mind you, I was content on my bike, cruising with the cadence of Riders on the Storm just as Manzarek’s solo ripped. 

Buzzed and without a license, I faced the prospect of a year in county, but nothing would stand in the way of seeing my girl.

As I approached, I held my breath, fearing the toll booth attendant would sniff out my shame from afar. Yet, to my surprise, he confirmed me on my approach with a nod—a common biker acknowledgment kind of thing, usually never reciprocated. But in this moment, I nodded back.

With my telepathic precision, I hear him remark, “There’s a storm brewing just to the north, so be careful and don’t get wet.” A confirmation nod from me. The toll light turned green, and I exhaled my hundred-pound breath at the same time as I released the clutch.

Whooopp,” sang the bike. 

I understood his unspoken message; he knew my destination, a knowledge most people lacked. 

The clouds loomed ominously to the north, validating his prediction.

I rode into the impending storm, promising to report back on how it all unfolds.

I will let you know how it goes…

Riders on the Storm: This story can be found in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer”

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.