Cloud waved a slender wand over her, but nothing pinged. They climbed back on the bike and headed out. Part of Selah, a new and harder side to her, thought she should watch where they went, learn the directions, catch the street names. But she couldn’t be bothered, couldn’t muster the energy. It felt good to just ride behind Cloud, to hold him, to let him take over. Let him take her wherever he thought was best. She’d just go. Selah relaxed, inch by inch, and allowed herself to enjoy the thrum of the bike, the feel of the biking leathers against her cheek. Closed her eyes, and thought of nothing beyond the sensation of relief. Eventually, they slowed to a stop. Selah lifted her head. It was turning out to be a beautiful night, the sky clear and the air smooth and warm. They’d stopped before a small house on a quiet suburban street. It was dark, but the waning moon as she rose over the horizon illuminated the thicket of weeds that claimed each front yard, that had crept out surreptitiously onto the road itself.
