The old bicycle, rusted at the edges and missing a pedal, stood forgotten behind the shed, swallowed partly by a creeping mess of ivy and weeds. Every gust of wind made its spokes hum faintly, as if whispering stories of long-lost rides through dusty trails and quiet neighborhoods.
No one remembered who left it there or how long it had waited, but it remained oddly proud, a relic of simpler days. Nearby, a squirrel eyed it curiously before darting away into the trees, as the sun cast golden patterns through the leaves, painting everything in soft light. In the middle of the night, the vending machine in the hallway beeped once and lit up, even though no one had touched it.
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A single bag of pretzels fell without being paid for, landing with a quiet thud. Somewhere nearby, the fluorescent lights flickered, casting uneasy shadows on the tiled floor. The janitor, half-asleep, looked up and muttered something about ghosts before pushing his mop along.
A cat with mismatched eyes sat on the fence, licking its paw with an air of superiority. Below, two dogs barked furiously, jumping and spinning in circles, trying to get its attention. The cat glanced at them with regal disinterest, yawned, and slowly walked along the edge of the fence like it owned the world—which, in its mind, it probably did.
