they were part of a story

I'd like to think these three boys are brothers. The way they walked, side by side, almost perfectly in time. Maybe it was a game for the youngest one, to see how long he could keep up with his brothers' longer legs. Maybe, he was pretending that they were soldiers, marching on the battlefield, towards glory.

And maybe they were just three boys, walking down the street, oblivious to the fact that, in that split second, they were part of a story.