Twilight. Desert. Dark.
“Lovely day.”
No wind.
“All the same,” said Paul.
Paul is the quiet, cynical one.
“But you say that because you don’t know. Something’s happened.”
The other one doesn’t have a name as far as I can tell.
I’m a bug on a bit of grass below them.
“Just a few minutes ago, I was looking around, and I caught the eye of a bird in the wind.”
“So?”
“When I caught the eye of the bird, the bird flew towards me.”
“So?”
“So…ask me where it went?”
Paul: “Where it went?”
“One moment I was looking at it; the next it disappeared.”
“You got distracted.”
“I didn’t take my eyes off it for a second.”
“Maybe you never saw the bird in the first place. Maybe it was a leaf.”
I saw the bird. It came toward them and then vanished, just like they said.
“I swear to you, I saw it.”
“If only there were someone else here to confirm your observation.”
This happens to bugs all the time.
All the time.
