#ThreeLineTales: Biker

First impression of Sonya’s photo prompt this week was that it wasn’t going to be an easy one to write.

Photo©Alex Hockett


She sat hunched over her pain in a doorway, so small and fragile-looking, not caring who saw her in such a state, not that anybody did care enough to stop and ask what was the matter.

He threw away his cigarette and approached, slowly, cautiously, wanting to offer his help, wanting with all his heart to be the one to stop her crying.

She raised her head, and in the frozen horror and fear of her stare, he saw himself how others saw him, and for the first time wished he could burn the stupid fucking tattoos from his skin.