The bike was whole again.
Alex had spent all day taking it apart, tinkering, cleaning, polishing, and buffing, and eventually put it back together. He was meticulous with every single detail.
Apart from, that is, one spring heโd left out.
He was baffled.
How had he missed it, and where was it from?
Regardless, he started the process of taking the bike apart once more, hoping he would soon find the spring a home.
Another attempt at flash fiction for Redโs Flash in the Pan. The word for this tale is โLeftโ; and the word limit is 75. Iโve left one word out, and used 74 this time.
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