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Incipit: Yamaha

A man is standing with his motorcycle on the side of the road. It is nighttime. In front of him, far away, the lights of a village. The motorcycle has its headlight on, illuminating the road.


First person

Literary genre



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The blackness of the night is pierced by the Yamaha's headlight. With a flick of my wrist I accelerate and the engine roars, pushing hard, the bike sprints forward. The speedometer races toward the bottom of the scale, I toward the corner. I see it. I take my hands off the handlebars and raise them to the sky. I am about to fly.


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