The Road Home
Officer Caleb Dutton stood near the walking path, watching the men in black leather vests lie still beneath the open sky.
After three hours, he finally walked toward the oldest biker.
“Sir, what exactly are you doing here?”
The old biker, named Rowan Pike, did not sit up.
He only opened his tired eyes and said, “We’re giving him the road home.”
Caleb looked at the empty place in the grass.
“Why leave a space for a man who isn’t here?”
Rowan’s voice became quiet.
“Because Elias promised he would still make the last ride.”
No one laughed.
No one said anything more.
Then a breeze moved through the trees.
And that was when Caleb saw the little girl.
