The Time We Fought For piece 1

Mark closed his eyes and pointed his nose up towards the bright blue sky, letting his face feel a zephyr of nostalgia. When he opened them again, his knees hurt and the sky had turned into the funeral pyre of a clear-skyed sunset. He got back onto his motorcycle, zipping up his leather jacket and lighting a cigarette for the way home. Pulling around away from the edge of the curved guard-rail, Mark gunned his engine down the hill and into town.