“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.
The Diligent Dilettante 