The Case of the Missing Bike
Abby always had to have more. It wasn’t enough for her to
have a basketball hoop, a ping pong table, countless running shoes, and weight
equipment, she needed a bike. But as it always happens with those who always
want more, she got more than she bargained for.
Submitted for the approval of the
Midnight Society, I call this story, the case of the missing bike.
It was a sunny summer day when
she went to meet him, the man selling the bike. She saw his ad on Craigslist
for $30 bike in decent condition. She had to have it. Although wary of this transaction, she found
herself in a parking lot exchanging cash for an old rusty red bike. Excited, she drove home and placed her new
bike proudly on her front porch, not knowing that that would be the last time
she would ever see her precious bike.
The next morning she awoke to the
dog barking insatiably at something invisible outside. Annoyed she yelled,
turned over, and went back to sleep. When she awoke she was shocked to find her
bike, gone. (The rest of us were shocked
by Abby, living in hoodburbia, actually being shocked that someone stole her
unlocked bike off of her vacant front porch. There was shock all around!) Defeated, she moped around the front porch
for the duration of the day, until, she saw it!
Looking up from her wallowing, she
saw in the distance, an old Asian man riding down the street, on a rusty red
bike. “Hey DUDE that’s my bike” she screamed arms flailing. Determined to not
lose her precious bike again, she hopped in a car to chase down this would-be
thief. She followed him down a small dirt alley where he couldn’t escape. She
jumped out her car and ran up to the frazzled old man.
“Give me my bike!” she screamed
as he stared blankly in response.
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