I Know Where the Teens Are!
(Stories Told in 55 #3)
The teens piled up
outside like a hill of Ants.
Lights
flashed. Engines revved. Tires
screeched.
Honks blared.
The husband answered
official questions:
What’s the cross
street?
How many?”
Shadows (20-30-50).
Make of cars?
Liscense Plates?
Teens fled, as the
police car turned down the street (littered by "Nati-Lite").
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