While doing some domestic dusting on the last day of windows wide open, I recognized neighbor boy voices outside. The little guys.
One boy said, “What the?”
The other boy said, “I know, right?”
That was all they said. I admired their telepathic powers; their oneness. I wondered what they’d seen that was worthy of a “What the?”
Dusting the windowsill, I saw the pair: crew cut boys on shining bikes, their little legs just a-goin’ and a-goin’. They flew down the gravel road without another word.
Looking about for some kind of “What the?” I saw nothing. No wildlife in the hayfields, no vehicles, no strangers, nothing dead on the road, birdless blue sky.
Just two boys on bikes, saying what the big kids say.
Daily PromptCounting Voices.