“You can’t miss it,” Sally texted the guy she met a few nights ago at the off-campus tavern. “It’s the one with my bicycle chained to the front stairs railing. It’s blue. The bicycle, that is, not the railing. That’s black — the railing. Anyway, look for the blue bicycle with the red wheel reflectors and the wire basket hooked to the handlebars that is chained to the black railing and that’s my house. Seriously, you can’t miss it.”
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction Challenge.