The Strange Boy

Today…




My eyes followed the pale, white-haired boy until he disappeared from view. I had caught a glimpse of his binder. I thought it was
interesting and wondered briefly where he had
gotten it, until I realized it wasn’t
the binder itself I
liked,
it was what was
written on it. I had seen a band
name I was familiar with, as well as a program
on television that I sometimes watched. Suddenly, I bent over
to examine something shiny and copper that had caught my eye. I pondered what the boy’s name was as I turned the bright, new-
looking penny on its heads side and replaced it.