The Bust

The elder one was eleven. The younger was just five but he was no less curious and mischievous.

‘That a bust?’

‘Where did you learn that?’ the elder brother hissed.

‘Why?’

‘Know what it means? It’s a woman’s…….’ he suddenly checked himself.

The little boy glared at his brother; he hated being treated as an infant. He would have his revenge.

‘I think she moved her eyes,’ he said in all seriousness.

The elder brother was taken aback, ‘Impossible.’

‘No, I saw. The eyes moved,’ the kid brother retorted, forcefully.

The elder brother looked into the eyes of the bust and shuddered.

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