September 3, 2026

Standing Against the Cracked Brick Wall of the Diner, I Sipped a Lukewarm Soda as the Harley Roared Down Main Street

The bike’s sudden appearance and departure left a strange tension hanging in the air, like an unfinished sentence. It was as if everyone was waiting for something—something that wasn’t coming.

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