fledge | v2, i9
While I was sitting in a wooded park this evening, three boys around age 7 rolled up on their bikes to the market in the campground. They went in the store and back out again, talking in excited, disjointed phrases. Then the mother of one of the boys rode up on her bike with urgency and a firm face, "Where’s your brother!?"
"He's at the campsite," said the boy distractedly.
"No, he isn't. I was just there." Her eyes scanned the picnic tables where I was sitting.
"Mommy, come see this thing in the store!" said the boy.
"I need to find your brother!" She leaned her bike against the fence, sighed and looked up the road...
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