On a lazy afternoon home while the rain pounds on the window like elephants, a question cuts through the air.
“What’s a six-letter animal word that ends with I-N-E?”
“Canine,” comes the first answer.
“Feline,” someone else suggests.
“Anything else?” The asker jots the words down on the side.
Quiet returns. They doze or entertain themselves on their phones. It just isn’t a day for anything energetic.
“What’s a six letter animal word that ends with I-N-E and starts with B?”
“Is there such a thing?”
“Five letter word for ‘something that is done again and again’ is HABIT, so I have a B.”
“It’s another word for cow.”
“That’s what it says here.” A hand waves a phone in the air.
“It’s not what you know that’s important. It’s knowing how to find what you want to know that’s important.”
Normally, that would be the spark for a friendly debate, but no one has the energy for that, so they just let the statement go.
Quiet returns, and the only sound is the scratching of pencil against paper and the pounding rain against the windows.
Genre: slice of life