The Motorcycle

March 13, 2018
By Anonymous

I had to run.

Run from Nana and Filbert

Filbert will be mad.
Mad that I stole his motorcycle.


Nana yelled when she saw I was gone.
Gone, hiding
Hiding behind the mud shack
Shack full of tools and Fil’s rusty old motorcycle.


Nana took me away.
Away from my home
My home with Mama and Pa.
Pa who would always lend me his motorcycle.


I don’t miss Nana.
Nana, bad Nana, and Fil…
Fil the monster.
The monster is gone now, though,
and I’m left with just his motorcycle.

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