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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, get on your bike and ride.
Here’s my contribution:
“Where is he?”
“That’s his…machine. Ain’t it?”, said like the word was a bitter worm wriggling on the back of the tongue.
Stragglers joined this makeshift militia. He was no murderer, nor rapist; his crime the loss of God in favor of the demon called Science.
The machine ticked mockingly fueling the mobs hate. The Rider beyond the double-hinged doors, sat at the far corner, sipped piss-warm beer. He unholstered an oversized chrome-plated blaster, set it before him on the table and began to whistle a song that would soon become part of the legend.