He spent all day yesterday with her, allowing nothing to interrupt their time.
He felt sure he had caught her every nuance; quenched her every thirst; gently eased her every complaint. His touch was a patient caress.
Long after the sun had gone down he knelt before her, tending to her, ensuring she wanted for nothing. She was old but he loved her and she was worth every effort.
This morning he took her out into the sun to warm her after the chill night air. A sparkle in the periphery of his vision touched him unexpectedly.
He reached over to do the one thing he had been unable to bring himself to do last evening.
He cocked his head, attentive to her response. Too soon his shoulders sagged. He kicked the earth with the toe of his boot. There was a still a misfire in the bike’s engine.