Written by Alicia for the 100 word challenge
The next week we drove past the spot where the missing bike was, and it was back there, tied to the pole. I tried to pick it up, but it was heavier than I expected. My mom ended up carrying it into the car where we decided to take it to goodwill. We also noticed that one of the tires was flat and that there was a ton of scratches. “Whoever was using this bike must have used it a lot or when on a gigantic trail!” Hearing my mom say that made me feel much better about this situation.