Three Line Tale #16: Daredevil

He comes around, amidst the orange fields, with a sly smile veiled under his head gear.

His dark visor, reflecting my dead past- the orange rutted track mixed with deep red.

The present from justice- father’s breaths locked forever and he’s free, riding evermore recklessly.

This post was written in response to Three Line Tales 238. I thank Sonya for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write three line tale inspired from the picture.

Thank you!

©Aashi D Parekh

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