Near the corner of the intersection, in front of the synagogue, the boys watched the pigeon flap around, staccato blue-grey blurs and thin, hollow slaps on the street.
Girls across the street gathered in a bunch and held each other’s hand or their own mouths while the watched. The bird stopped for second, neck twisted, chest inflated -, and one boy stepped from the curb to nudge it with his foot.
The bird convulsed again and the boy leapt back and into the arms of his comrades. The girls screeched in small chorus.