By Smaktakula

Will started to ask, but Johnny dashed laughing and joyblind across an intersection snarled by onrushing vehicles, heralded by an irascible ensemble of crying brakes and strident horns.

Will waited as always for the signal’s sanction, only then crossing carefully to Johnny, eyes continually flicking left then right, repeating interminably.

The brothers walked, reaching another intersection.

Will shouted as Johnny rushed again into the roiling street, asking

What’s irony?

On the far side Johnny considered, with Will awaiting the light before beginning fastidiously to pick his way across.  Johnny started speaking when an onrushing truck flattened Will like a dime.