What Bill Whispered
Bill, a seasoned rider who had covered more miles than most had lived, gave me a gentle nudge. His voice, low and steady, carried a hint of caution. “Let’s just watch and see how this plays out,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he surveyed the scene. There was something in his tone that suggested he knew more than he was saying, and that intrigued me. Over the years, I’d learned to trust Bill’s judgment, having seen his wisdom and keen instinct in action time and time again.
The laughter around us continued, loud and unrestrained, but Bill’s words lingered in my mind, a quiet reminder of his caution. There was an odd feeling in the air, like the calm before a storm. Something was building, and while everyone seemed unaware of it, the two hecklers in the corner were the only ones oblivious to the impending shift. It was as if they were the only ones who couldn’t sense the inevitable change coming their way.
