the bike
1954:
a young boy about eleven years old, was riding his bike
one night.
it was a yellow bike, the whole thing.
the sky was a magnificent black, but not for long.
the wind suddenly picked up. trees were swaying frantically.
what is this? he asked himself. just then he saw a flying broom
with a figure that looked like a figure on it and with a WHOOSH!
he was gone. and all that was left behind was his all yellow
painted bike. his parents looked everywhere for him but he only
trace
they found was his all painted yellow bike and hay from a broom.
no one knows to this day what happened to him, it still lays a
mystery.
one night.
it was a yellow bike, the whole thing.
the sky was a magnificent black, but not for long.
the wind suddenly picked up. trees were swaying frantically.
what is this? he asked himself. just then he saw a flying broom
with a figure that looked like a figure on it and with a WHOOSH!
he was gone. and all that was left behind was his all yellow
painted bike. his parents looked everywhere for him but he only
trace
they found was his all painted yellow bike and hay from a broom.
no one knows to this day what happened to him, it still lays a
mystery.
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