The day dawned at the ‘Streamer lane’ with usual din. The narrow corridor reverberated with sounds from the flurry of human activities, right from early morning, as usual. Come afternoon the lane was lapped in the lazy plodding air. Not for long that day.
“We are the famous zebra clan,
Hate the noon, that is blan*.
Hanging from the line, upside down,
Making the noise, we turn nappers frown.
Hubbub of zebra clan rustled the other clothes hanging peacefully from the line.
“Shh…don’t disturb our nap. It’s a hard-earned one after a gruelling washing regime”, admonished the green T in stern voice.
“Who’s making the noise? Have mercy on punch-drunk me”, pleaded the oldie blue T.
“Its that new black and white stripes lot, just a few lines ahead”, whispered the pink skirt leaning little forward with the wind.
“Oh yeah! But we are not just black and white stripes! We are the Zebra clan”, declared the long sleeves, the leader of the clan.
“Zebra clan…as if a great warrior tribe”, chided the red pant making faces.
“Hello mister! Don’t underestimate us”, voiced the sleeveless T sounding stern and flexing its stripes.
“Calm down buddy. They are just jealous of our pattern”, opined half sleeve T.
“Jealous of you? The band-party?”, questioned the black T with a contempt.
“Can’t you see the variety here? I am sleeveless, he is half sleeves and other bro is full sleeves”, advocated the sleeveless T.
“How can you forget me?”, sulked the red T.
“Oh yes… we have this ace up our sleeves…the red zebra T”, shouted the thin line zebra T sounding victorious.
“But you don’t have the sleeves”, mocked the towel that was hanging high up above. The rest of the clothes fluttered with chuckle.
“How will they appear while crossing the zebra crossing?”, doubted the black pant dangling from a distance. “Never seen a zebra on a zebra crossing”, he added further.
“Worry about your look in the dark”, snapped the long sleeves T giving an aerial ‘Hi5’ to his buddies. A loud laughter followed making the black pant shrink on the line.
The zebra clan’s laughter club session was interrupted by the booming thunder. No one had noticed the gathering of the clouds till then. Such hot and tangy was the debate that the naughty wind failed to mark its presence.
The windows opened one after the other. Out popped Nancy, Maxie, Emma, Lucy, Thomas, Diana, Harry and he and she. While the clothes were getting pulled back with great alacrity the ‘Streamer lane’ was once again filled with usual din.
*blan – Slang for bland
I have used the second Image Prompt for second day of the week long challenge.