Makes me quite sad. My mother and I watched a programme about the last flight of Concorde. At the end we both had tears meandering down the contours of our face. It’s only metal but it means so much. It used to fly over our house every day. Bikes are the same. They’re linked intrinsicly with our memories, of childhood, of romance. Thanks again Elsha, for making me cry. People seem to do this too much :)
I like the tone of the whole story…plus the humanistic characterization of the bike longing for a ride. You should write a sequal about the bikes owner. I would read that lol nice work
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