I looked past the worn out crosswalk at the little bicycle shop. It was still there! The black bicycle with the crisscrossing red lines. It shone in the blazing summer sun, contrasting the rural scenery[…]
I looked past the worn out crosswalk at the little bicycle shop. It was still there! The black bicycle with the crisscrossing red lines. It shone in the blazing summer sun, contrasting the rural scenery[…]