(Author’s note: A lot of things have been happening. I hope to be back to weekly posting next week. Depends on everything. Here we go with today’s Fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
Ernie loved the wind in his hair as he rode his motorcycle across the dusty land.
He got his reputation for being a daredevil during his long journey through various lands, seeing people and doing deadly things “in the name of the Revolution.”
It was one of the few things that allowed him the time away from the many jobs he did, to think and to let the steam off.
It was one of the last times he rode, for he needed to start training the irregulars.
He was always readied for the next day. The day he would die.