untitled Small boy helps mother load laundred clothes into dryer. She lets him turn the knob. He sits on the machine, feeling it whirr. He hears secrets tumbling out of cuffs and pockets. When the clothes are dry, he'll scatter the secrets outside for the crows and robins. The air will ring with their telling. The boy will chase the sounds of the birds around the backyard and mimic their calls. Then several large booms and several rat-a-tat-tats puncture the air; troops at the nearby Army base practicing the destruction of some pretend, unseen enemy. A two-year-old cannot capture a sound so large or know its secet, only that it's not a crow or bluejay and did not come from the washing machine.
Patricia Ann Treat's Questions:
I'd like some advice about its line lengths.
Also, does it sound too prosey?