Taste of Freedom

The man jumped down, throwing his weight against the resting beast beneath him. It let out a loud pop, sputtered dark smoke from its nostrils, and resumed its rest. For years, the once savage creature slept, yearning for a rider to stir her slumber and bring her back to life. Longing for a taste of freedom, the man caressed the outer shell which held the monster’s lifeblood. “Come on baby, you got this,” he pleaded to the machine beneath him.

The man moved the lever outward and took his position. He stood up, took hold of the beast’s reigns, and jumped again, throwing all his weight down as he kicked his right…