A bike has been left locked to a tree..what’s the story?
As some of you know my mind tends to go to the ‘dark side’ and this is my response.
“Whose is that bike, anyway? It’s been there for days.”
“I have no idea, Frank. What can I get for you, Sir? Two coffees and a Danish coming right up.”
Nadine didn’t have time to worry about a stupid bike, there were too many customers lined up. The coffee bar’s morning and lunchtime specials kept a steady stream of people waiting to be served. Exhausted at the close of day, she put her feet up, savoring a in the little staff room
“Whose bike is that anyway? It’s been there for days.”
“No idea. Did you manage to get hold of the exterminator? The smell from the cellar is getting worse, bound to be something dead down there.”
The rats nibbled at fingers and toes. The body squeezed behind the large deep freeze oozed dark fluid.
“Good morning, Dan the Exterminator at your service. Where’s this smell then?”
Police tape surrounded the café a couple of hours later. The bicycle’s owner found at last.
Now it is your turn. Leave your story in the comments.