Ravi held the flower in his palm, its soft petals twisting against his fingers. One of the petals was about to fall down, he tried to grasp them. His eyes searched the street. There. A waste basket stood near the corner. It was old, but clean. Ravi walked toward it slowly, careful not to crush the flower. He bent down and placed it inside. The basket made a soft clang. It felt right.

A low buzzing sound filled the air. Ravi looked up. A drone floated above him. He had not seen it come in. Its light blinked once, then twice, like an eye. Ravi stepped back. A voice came from the drone’s speaker. It sounded cheerful. Almost playful.

“Good choice,” it said. “We have a gift for you.”

Ravi frowned. “A gift?”

The drone lifted slightly. Something shiny hung beneath it. The speaker crackled again.
“Catch it,” the voice said.

Before Ravi could think, the drone dropped the object. He jumped forward. His foot slipped on the smooth road. His hands missed the falling shape. He lost balance.

Thud.

Ravi hit the ground hard. .

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