Just a random picture taken at the jetty, or so I thought, until I watched it appear on my laptop screen, larger than life. Each time, I'd feel strangely drawn to it. Why, I wondered- its just two bicycles near the sea, nothing amazingly photogenic to be impressed about. One day, it struck me.

It's two bicycles looking at each other, instead of looking in the same direction like how bicycles always do.

Then someone will come along, swing up across one of the bicycles. Ride it away, rusty gears, soiled wheels, creaky goodbyes and all. And the other would be left, not knowing where else to look but there. Because for a long time, that was the only thing it saw and knew. Not even turning to look at the endless sea echoing its loss, left gazing at an empty space that used to be not, in vain hope.