The motorcyclist rode into the distant setting sun.
What a perfect sunset. He thought.
When the sun rose again that morning, he thought, what a perfect sunrise.
He stopped at a fuel station and bought lunch.
"What a perfect burger." He said.
"I guess you don't have high standards," The chef said and the man peered at him with a shadow over his eyes.
"Why don't you shut up and do your job."
"What a perfect comeback." The chef replied, before heading back to work.
The cyclist looked back at him, then his burger, and swallowed.
"Dammit. It was... perfection."
shaun 12 months ago
So good. I love it when Player Two unexpectedly joins the game.