Ghost Rider: Micro-Tales Archives

I rescued him

Under a new-aged carriage

The horses were gone

Five of them

There were empty beer cans

Five of them

I removed his cowboy hat

Stuck underneath

Engulfed in flame

Only me, though vehicles passed

They didn't see him

He wasn't there

Out of it, though, he was thrilled

I was thrilled

frightened

familiar

From the future and past alike

Eclectic time traveler of sorts

Or myself, simply present in a different place

world

time

Waking felt like a vision

Within itself

Until we may meet again-

take care

stay safe

ride on