White Bicycle

Mr. Harin opened the backyard storeroom door, kicking in lots of dust in the air. Holding his breath, he poked his head inside. The room is dark but not enough to block Mr. Harin from seeing what is in there. “I did keep it here it seems”, Mr. Harin thought. But he cannot remember clearly neither about the location nor about the white bicycle. “Without the bicycle how can I go to the market?” Continue reading “White Bicycle”