Ahem.
I looked around but nobody was there. Thinking my mind was playing tricks on me I returned to pushing my broom.
Hey.
Startled, I stepped out front and looked around. None of the neighbors were out. I was alone on the driveway. I stepped back inside and grabbed the broom again, listening closely and ready to pounce as soon as I heard anything.
Pssst.
I whipped my head around to--nobody. It came from near the front of the garage. I walked to where the sunlight shone in the entrance.
Looka here.
I looked down. Oh crap!
I think my bike is trying to tell me something.
2 comments:
You've been doing too many skids trying to impress your friends.
My mom had a similarly weird "I hear something" experience one night. Her life was significantly shortened when my brother's bike tire blew, just as she got close to investigate.
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