04/09/2025
MY FAMILY LEFT ME AT A GAS STATION AND A STRANGER ON A MOTORCYCLE PICKED ME UP
It began as a so-called road trip. That is what my son called it. He said it would be good for me to get out of the house and see the world a little. I agreed quietly, even though I always hated being trapped in cars. I packed a small bag and told myself everything would be fine.
We stopped at a lonely gas station somewhere far off the interstate, in the middle of nowhere. He told me to stretch my legs while he fueled up. I wandered for a while, bought a small pack of mints, and when I came back outside, the car was gone.
At first I thought maybe he had just moved it. Five minutes passed. Then ten. And slowly the truth began to sink in like a stone in my chest. He was not coming back.
The rain started suddenly, heavy and merciless. In seconds I was soaked through, standing there in a thin dress, clutching a plastic bag with my cardigan inside. That is when I heard the low rumble of a motorcycle.
He pulled up beside me. Tattoos, leather vest, bandana. The kind of man my son would never have approved of. For a moment he just studied me, then without a word he slipped off his jacket and held it above my head like an umbrella.
“You lost, ma’am?” he asked with a grin, as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
I told him the truth. Every detail. And instead of laughing or leaving me standing there, he only nodded once, like it was exactly what he had expected. Then he leaned closer and said something that made me feel terrified and strangely safe at the same time 🔽
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