"Harbor," Jess said, "you get outta' that chair. You've been living in it for the last three days. It's going to make an old man outta' you."
Harbor ignored her, choosing to stare at the television set instead.
She sighed.
Fifteen minutes later, Harbor heard the motorcycle engine revving up and leaving the driveway. Jess rode for over an hour before turning the bike around and heading for home. When she pulled up to the house, she smiled.
"If you ain't the sexiest living thing in black leather I ever laid eyes on, I'll eat my helmet," she said.
Harbor had his helmet, too.
"Hop on," she said. "This baby needs some more go juice."
When they arrived back home, Jess sat Harbor down at the kitchen table.
"I realize things have changed since our last jaunt, Harbor. But I have a plan. You'll see. It will fix everything."
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Till Death
قصص عامةA short story about an elderly couple searching for the spark that seems to have left their lives.
