A Morning Chime

I scrambled up the spokes and onto the textured rubber handlebar grip of a handsome cruiser bicycle parked near the square. Right beside the brake was a rounded chrome bell gleaming like a little silver dome. Bracing my feet firmly against the handlebar ridges, I placed both paws on the metal thumb lever and gave it a sturdy downward push. Ding-ring! A bright, cheerful chime sang out across the cobblestones, sending a delightful vibration humming right through my paws. I tapped my spectacles with a wide smile, watching my round reflection beam proudly from the polished metal.