Engines as Benediction
Months later, the Warriors Watch planned a charity ride.
They needed space for fifty bikes. Gladys raised her hand at the HOA meeting.
“My driveway,” she said. “I’d be honored.”
On ride day, chrome caught the sunrise like confetti. Engines rumbled like distant thunder.
Gladys sat at the curb with a flag in her hand and her dignity restored.
Daniel knelt beside her. “You sure about this?”
“I’ve hosted worse things,” she said dryly. “Like my opinions.”
He laughed, pinned a “Support” badge to her collar, and said, “Then let’s ride.”
