Road Kill

“Nope,” said his father.

“Didn’t see his face,” said his uncle, “he had one of those full face helmets with a black face screen.”

“Face screen,” Billie repeated.

“Full suit of riding leathers,” his dad went on.

“Black, like his helmet.”

“And the bike.”





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