“So it’s full of juice?”
Robin rolled her eyes. Her brother was too thick for his own good.
“No, Dufus. It is hollow. Or mostly.”
The boy’s eyes stared glassily.
“Don’t know what hollow means, do you?”
He shook his head and tugged on her hand pleadingly.
Robin sighed. Little brothers should come with language already fully installed.
“It means it has space inside. Like a balloon. Sort of. Only it won’t pop.”
Donnie glanced at the sphere and the concession stand at its bottom. “A juice balloon?”
Robin snorted. “Can you imagine?”
Apparently, they both could.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: © Dale Rogerson