5 Minute Madness - Kids by William Box

Kids

The red kid ran into the house. He was followed by a blue kid and a green kid. No one understood their words, so they spoke in trapezoids instead. All of the prisms in the house looked at one another. They knew it had been a very long time since anyone had spoken in shapes. The language, they thought, had been lost in time, space, the couch, and everywhere else that things could get lost. Other than the prisms, no one knew the language, so the prismatic triad tried something else. They spoke English. They themselves, however, couldn't understand because none of them knew the language. 

"Would you pickles fellow the trite binding things!" the children demanded. 

The humans in the room didn't understand the words. Humans no longer spoke English. 

They only spoke money and coffee. They never even looked up as they exchanged green rectangles, silver circles, and cylinders of brown, steaming liquid. 

The adults continued to pay for the attention of the TV's and the computers. They needed something to look into their eyes. It wasn't their fault. They didn't know the children would do it for free.