“We’re not breaking our word. The rules said the only places off limits had signs. We removed the sign and took down the stupid velveteen ropes.”
“No one’ll ever think to look here.”
“Duh! That’s the whole of hide-n-seek, stupid.”
“I hate being called stupid.”
“Then don’t be so stupid.”
Ronald crawled on his belly to the rear of the fuselage, leaned his back against the wall and opened a package of goldfish crackers.
“What have you got there?” Jeremy asked.
“Grape soda and goldfish crackers.”
“Bet your Mom packed that stupid fanny pack.”
“What’f she did? I have goldfish.”
“Nope. Ya think I’m stupid?”
With that being said, the boys became silent.
Suddenly there was a slow jostling of the small aircraft.
“Jeremy, I think we’re flying.”
“Of course we are, stupid. The museum is opening and our folks will be here soon to pick us up. We’ll definitely win the hide-n-seek contest.”
“But Jeremy, no one knows we’re up here. How are we going to get down?
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- 167: Requirements: Using the photo prompt provided, create a 100-150 word flash story.