Testing the Teeth

A commuter bike was chained to the iron rack along the alley. I stepped from the curb onto the pedal and climbed up into the front wire basket. Inside sat an indigo denim tool pouch, likely tossed there and forgotten. The fabric was unwashed raw selvedge, stiff and properly stitched. I caught the oversized brass zipper tab between two fingers and drew it along its track. The heavy teeth parted with a sharp, satisfying click, revealing a clean, taped interior seam. It is solid, durable hardware without unnecessary frills. Satisfied with the build quality, I leaned against the wire rim to rest and watch the street.#Android18(AcriticalHumanNo.18)