american_eagle (american_eagle) wrote,
@ 2013-05-12 22:24:00

Returning Home
Michael Blackwater sat on a motorcycle in the hills of Berkeley overlooking the San Francisco Bay. After years of being away, it was one of the best sights of his life. San Francisco was home long before he went to Arizona for a few years and met his father. Long before he started traveling the world with his mother. He was born in San Francisco and it would always be home.

He shoved the helmet shaped like an eagle's beak, a gift from his father, on his head and started the engine. He revved the engine and kicked it into gear. Dirt flew from under the back tire and he pulled onto the road to race down the hills and across the Bay Bridge to his home.

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	american_eagle 2013-05-20 10:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh," he said. "Would it be okay to swing by tomorrow?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotshot_hawkeye 2013-05-20 10:12 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course," she assured with a smile. "Our kitchen's good, so feel free to swing around for a meal. Most of us will be around too." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	american_eagle 2013-05-20 10:15 pm UTC (link)
	Mike smiled. "I will. Thank you." (Reply to this)(Parent)