The ancient bike lent abundantly against the tree.

Chunky chains turned and rattled.

Pedals clicking and clashing together.

The light reflects onto the road creating spotlights that cast on the floor.

The mud guard grabbed the wheel and clenched against it.

The bike lent against the tree like close friends hugging.

The seat held tightly and grabbed the hoping to not wobble of because it’s rust.

The moss clenched against the bike.

Lights curling at making its way up the tree and passing all the cracks creating the tree to crumble.

A thick coat of dust covered the bike.