Wendy & Hamlet (Fiction)
Two pairs of legs cross steaming blacktop in lockstep. Kneecap to thigh, they appear like the sort to scramble or stumble to keep one another; yet, the duo covers no less than three and three quarter feet per stride, in tandem. Each walker trained to the other. Nothing stops these legs, nor their upper halves jawing about the insufferable heat on their elementary school stomping grounds.
“Was it always this hot here?” one asks.
“Our teachers should be jailed for letting us run our way towards...