The Sprocket
Apr 17th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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A tooth broke off a sprocket of a bicycle once. It made a small chinking noise hitting the street but the rider kept riding.
The sprocket tooth said, “Too bad, I liked that bicycle, but maybe being on my own will be easier; plus, I’ll be free of the other teeth, and that awful chain.” And the tooth went about being a bicycle himself.
But being a bicycle when you’re just a sprocket tooth is harder than it looks. A storm came and swept the tooth into a storm drain; it was lost forever. That bike never ran as smoothly.
From Guest Contributor Henry Eutaw
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