I was out in my garden yesterday, reading in the sun. I heard birds chirping and kids laughing. Then, at the end of the street, I heard the toot toot toot of a car horn. Then another. Soon, a line of cars passed by our house.
The cars moseyed down the neighborhood street, all in a row, at least 30 of them. They had their windows down, and people hung out the windows and sunroofs, waving and shaking pompoms, and the cars honked their horns and were all decked out with signs and balloons. I could not figure out what was going on.
Some of the cars had “We miss you ♥” painted on the windows. Then I saw one that said “Ms. ___ misses you,” and I realized: it was the town’s teachers.
I sat in my chair and cried. What a strange time we’re living in.
This is my entry for the daily Discover prompt: street.