Note: This post is an excerpt from a forthcoming novel by Dave Bone.
“Toward The Unknown”
Chapter 1: Crash
Sitting on the curb in a daze, Lemmy noticed something shimmering on the other side of Willow Street and realized it was his dollar store sunglasses, or at least one of the lenses that used to be press fit into the black plastic frame. Leaning against the curb off to the side was the helmet that had been hanging from the rear rack. “Shit,” he thought, “the one time I don’t wear the damn thing…”
He raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and the knuckles came down streaked red with blood. He could also feel a drip from his bottom lip, but neither added up to much, so Lemmy wasn’t alarmed, but the driver of the SUV had a worried look in his eyes. Lemmy chuckled to himself and wondered if maybe the guy had no insurance. Nah, it was a late model Subaru, and he was dressed pretty well. He leaned his head back and tried to remember whether the whole thing had been his fault, anyway, or if the driver had done something wrong.