"What the . . . ?"
He just stood there so I got my lazy bones off the couch to see who was there. No one. Empty front porch. Silence.
I almost closed the door but immediately realized that there were a dozen or more people scattered across our front yard lying motionless. It was like a flash mob but eerily quiet. More like a flash mob that met instant death on our lawn. Dumped from a hovering UFO? Overtaken by sudden, mysterious mushroom cloud? I could see the headlines a la "100K fish found dead in Arkansas river," or "More Than 1,000 Dead Birds Fall From Sky In Arkansas."
12 Teens Found Dead on Local Lawn
A minute after we opened the door, they all jumped up, started hollering and ran down the street. When they were a few doors down, Son #1 yelled something fairly incoherent to them about "You better run" and they all stopped. They gathered into a tight bunch in the middle of the street and stood silently staring at us.
Seriously. What the . . . ?
I stared back for what felt like a really long time (but was probably less than a minute) until they started running away again. They then turned the corner never to be seen again.
It bears repeating: What the . . . ?
Kids these days. Engaging in harmless fun. My the world has changed.
3 comments:
It certainly beats Flaming Bag of Poo.
Good point! Whenever Bernice would have a girlie sleepover, someone would leave a flaming bag of poo on her front porch. Isn't that odd/vile?? I would attempt a guess at who the freak was but our neighborhood was filled with miscreants (excepting you).
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