Ghost Bike

Bob was walking through Toronto on a brisk, sunny afternoon, camera in hand, scanning the streets for interesting shots. As he turned a corner near a busy intersection, he noticed a white bike chained to a pole, starkly contrasting with the gray concrete and dark asphalt surrounding it. The bike was painted entirely white, from the tires to the handlebars, and adorned with a small bouquet of faded flowers. Bob had seen these "ghost bikes" before, memorials placed in spots where cyclists had tragically lost their lives.

This one was simple yet haunting. The white paint caught the light, almost glowing against the background of the bustling city. He felt an unexpected wave of solemnity, sensing the quiet story that this tribute told. It was as though time had paused at that spot, marking the end of a life and an unfulfilled journey. Bob snapped a photo, capturing the moment in silence.

As he stood there, he thought about the person who must have ridden that bike, about their life, dreams, and the loved ones who missed them. The bike, fixed in its position, was a poignant reminder of the fragility of life on these busy streets. He took a few more shots, then tucked his camera away, grateful for the opportunity to witness this subtle, meaningful memorial.