“Where’s Mich?” asked Sonny. “All this waiting’s making me cuckoo!”
“He’s probably tired because of all that time he spends on the road,” replied Wendy. “And he probably picked up dinner at a drive-thru, so he may not be hungry.”
“Or maybe he got into an accident,” Professor Burke observed.
“Just be cool,” Chester drawled. “Have a snack if you’re antsy.”
Ernie sighed heavily. “We just want to have a goodbye party for the man, like we did last year for Jemima and Ben. Young people don’t recognize him anymore, just like me and Joe.”
“I’ll call him,” Lily said.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction contest. I actually did a bit of fun research for this week’s story.
Caleb assumed it was a prank, a solitary protest erected in defiance of an unjust system. The town he’d just moved into was rural, but every home looked modern enough for running water and sewage.
“Who owns that land on Duneview?” he asked a police officer he encountered one morning at a diner. “Where Hunt Drive ends?” It was a residential area, but there were no nearby houses.
“So you don’t know who erected the double-decker?”
“The what?” The officer then excused himself and left.
Caleb finished his meal, wondering how to find an answer to this minor mystery.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge.