8/30/22 Wrath of the Country Folk

 Wrath of the Country Folk

Night after night after night, he flew down the hill. Going so fast, revving the engine of his bike. The noise was like a trumpet, blaring down the road. 

He thought the roads were safe, back country, open roads, he wouldn’t be caught by any cops, but no, because night after night after night, the locals who lived on that road had to listen to him. In the early morning hours they would all be awoken by his bike, cursing at him in their heads. Wishing he would leave their peaceful existence alone.

The noise continued, the biker never left, while he had the time of his life, the country folk lied in misery, wishing he would leave, but there was nothing they could do but wish. No one ever saw the man or his bike, they couldn’t give an accurate description to cops, and the man always came at slightly different times, so aside from having the police stake out their road all night, all hope was lost.

But the people of the road grew fed up, and took matters into their own hands. All the neighbors banded together, they knew what they were doing was wrong, but this needed to stop, and thus was constructed, the net. Metal fencing spanning the width of the road, laid down at night with neighbors on each side, waiting, listening for the faint sound of the engine.

They would only have one shot at this, if the biker were to run over the metal fence, he would know something was up and never come back, so they had to be quick. They also needed to spring their trap at the right moment, do it when he was too far away and he would see it and stop, but do it too late and their opportunity is gone.

It was late, or early, however you wish to look at it, but they all knew the biker would be coming soon. Being all in agreement to never speak of what happened tonight, they got ready, two people on each side, ready to lift the metal net.

From down the road the biker came, the neighbors listening like hawks heard the engine before the dim light ever came into view. They all looked at each other, signaling to be prepared. One neighbor had been given the authority to say when, to ensure everyone lifted at the same time for smooth execution.

The light grew closer, the noise growing every louder. “NOW!” the one neighbor screamed, and altogether they lifted the net, creating the perfect wall for the biker. With only a moment to react he tried to hit the brakes but failed and crashed into the metal fencing. The neighbors all let go as the biker crashed, wrapped up in the net.
 Carefully they picked up the man and his bike with the net and tossed him over a small cliff on the side of the road. To any onlookers in the morning, it was a terrible accident, but to the residents of the road, they knew, but it didn’t trouble them, for them it meant a lifetime of peaceful sleep.


The End

8/30/22

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