Almost every day, I go for a walk in my neighborhood, for about 35 minutes. Usually the same route; but sometimes, I vary it by taking it in the opposite direction. No matter which way, it's good exercise because my neighborhood is especially hilly.
There's a middle school nearby, which normally doesn't signify because I'm mostly out and back by 2:30 p.m.
Got a late start today, though, so passed by lots of tweens lugging giant packs on their backs, or carrying cases with musical instruments. Or both.
At one intersection, I'm heading downhill, and the cross street, to my left, heads down as well.
Here is what I witnessed.
To my left, top of the cross street, three tween girls be-backpacked and bunched together, screaming at a boy child fleeing them down the street and across the intersection. Their words were "And don't ever bother us again!"
As this boy fled, he passed, to my right and across the street, four other boys, much bigger than him. Eighth-grade, I guess? Totally oblivious; from the bit of conversation I overheard they were making plans for the evening.
So I'm calling this tableau "The Harpies, the Mortal and the Young Gods."
