The Voice

Luke left his home early the next morning, not even taking time to eat breakfast. He needed to ride. The weather was cool and Luke could still smell the neighbor’s fresh cut lawn from the day before. He loved riding the Diamondback custom bike he built with his father but he knew time was running out, he couldn't keep it long. The bike only served to keep the memory of his father alive, and if the memory was alive, so was the pain.