chalk full of flutters

“...Anyway, I got sick of throwing stuff out, so I thought of a way to get him back.”“You did?” Wearing the brightest smile Scooter had ever seen on him, Walter gently shook the contents of the box.“I did!”Upon further inspection, Scooter could clearly make out pastel-colored pieces of sidewalk chalk, the kind that the grade school kids from Scooter’s memories used to play with. The sight of the familiar tool put a fond smile on Scooter’s face, phantoms of him and his sister Skeeter dancing across his eyes. He saw the two of them drawing on the sidewalk as if it was just yesterday, playing for hours on end and squabbling loudly over the purple chalk - it was always Skeeter’s favorite, he knew, but he would never let it go without a fight- as the sun set on their block.…I haven’t seen anything like this in years, he thought to himself, eyes drifting from the box of chalk and back to Walter’s grin....Walter tries to execute a prank. Through his own complicated feelings, Scooter helps him out, like all good co-workers do.