She could still hear the loose screw as she rode the bike. It was a loud and unpleasant sound but she had learn to like it. Everyone heard her coming, small price to pay for the decreased risk of bumping into someone. A reassuring feeling when riding a bike in Italy.
However, she felt the need to stop to check it, and make sure it was just loose. She didn’t feel like having her friend’s bike suddenly fall apart right from underneath her.
girl: “that’s brian”
girl takes a picture
girl: “alright, let’s go on a small graffiti hunt”
girl: “hm, not as creative, but the message…”
girl: “he he he he”
She wasn’t sure what that was, only that she had a seen different versions of the same type of image all around town.
girl: “What in the world was that?”
she says to herself as she is biking home. It was hot and she was tired. She wasn’t gonna hunt for all of them now, but she will.