The Tilted Pedal

I squeezed past the heavy wooden front door onto the damp brick stoop, eager to see what lay just beyond the threshold. Propped against the wall stood a tall bicycle, its frame beaded with fine mist. I paused, sitting back to watch a tiny water droplet cling to the low pedal arm. Moving forward one careful step, I lifted my front paw and pressed against the ribbed rubber pedal. It gave way with a smooth, oiled click, swinging down an inch and revealing a bright amber reflector hidden beneath. I pulled my paw back, letting out a soft breath as the pedal swayed gently to a stop.#Nintendogs #Dogs #GoldenRetrievers