Riding with Mom to school, Corinne had seen Robot Man many times. He sat pretzelrod straight on his bicycle, face stretched in an insincere smile. Looking neither right nor left, he pedaled snick-snick-snick-snick. Today she cycled alone because in fourth grade, only babies rode with their moms.
Overhead, wind called through the trees, “Good morning.” Sunlight sparkled water where ducks waggled tails. Passing the pond she heard him, snick-snick-snick-snick. Other grown-ups had a wave or a nod for her, but not Robot Man. Black wraparound sunglasses hid his eyes, forever fixed... Read more >