Dear New World

Part 3

     Once we made our way to my wagon, we huddled over it and inched the boxes downwards. 

     "Huuuughffff!" We grunted as we sustained ourselves from dropping it right home, and carefully, once we were low enough, dispatched it onto the wagon. A noise that sounded heavier than 'thud' hit the air from the contact. 

     "Phew! That went alright!" I wiped my brows clean of sweat. I turned to the man and noticed that he had his hand up, grinning. I gave back the grin and we high-fived, with stinging force. Smack!!

     "The name's Richard," He told me, "I'm a farmer. How 'bout you?"

     "My name is Natsumi!" I grinned. "If you're ever interested in our services again--- you'll know where to find us! Whenever you see this----!" I pointed to something ahead of me---- "We're right by." 

     I walked right past my wagon, and headed somewhere a few feet beyond it. There, was my beloved and bicycle, Hello.

     Hello isn't just any kind of vehicle. It is the one and only, my partner in hands, the HelloBird, or Hello, for short. It was glistening blue bicycle, and a work of masterful art.

     I climbed onto the firm blue seat of my HelloBird, adjusted myself comfortably, and at the same time, I twisted the gear-changer to the most light-pedaled one, a series of smooth clicks being let out. Next came the rear-view mirror, which whirred to life with the push of a button. It was fashioned out of a disposed cap that my friend and I picked out of our collection of junk. 

     And we weren't even at the good part yet. 

     With a flip of an light switch, the circular headlights at the front of the bicycle burst the lights onto the morning road, which was still dark and unlit. Fireflies scattered in several directions, excited by the sudden shower of yellow light.