“It used to be a garden. How do you know there aren’t root plants still be harvested?”
“Root plants being harvested … Are you kidding me?”
“Yeh, dummy. You know what a root plant is?
“Of course I know…”
“Alright, kids.” Dad turned his head and interrupted the heated debate. “Either play the game without the bickering, or sit back there quietly and allow the peacefulness of nature to infuse your souls.”
“We’ll stop the bickering, Dad, if you stop with the infusing of souls.” Darla smiled at Leo. Dad had won again with his back-to-nature mantras.
Leo handed the left ear bud to Darla and each began listening to Leo’s new classic from Def Leppard on his MP3.
Darla leaned over and whispered, “Horse, over to the left. I’m ahead by three.” And she smiled.
“Ridiculous? I’m just getting ready to celebrate.”
“The party is tonight. We should be leaving. It’s a three hour drive and I have to go home to shower and change.”
“You can go, but I’d wait. Two more minutes.”
“At least take off that silly party hat. People are watching us.”
“Stop your spinning and dancing. Someone is going to call the cops.”
“Oooo… One minute. One day, I am actually going to be there on the spot. I ‘ve always dreamed of being there for the first ray of light for a new year.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Timbuktu. Where New Year’s begins. Same time zone as Greenwich, England. To be relaxing out on a dune, watching the stars shine like they will never shine here again, awaiting the first rays of the sun for a new year. What could be better? Three… Two… One…”
Christopher blows his noisemaker and spins and dances for almost five minutes- at least it seems that.
Two police officers are approaching.
I grab his hand. “Let’s go. You’ve celebrated enough.”
“Sure. Now we can shower and change and party. The New Year is here!”
Carefully rereading the note, I pocketed it and quickly slipped the sneakers in my backpack.
Since giving up my field assignments at MI-6, scavenger hunts have become my drug of choice… my safe adrenaline rush.
Agatha, my over-protective wife, was far more understanding of my once-a-month-Saturdays being spend with a group of former operatives than my previous job.
She would laugh at being called over-protective. I have to admit, the stint with the agency had had its harrowing moments: kidnapped three times, wounded seven, in a coma during the birth of our second child.
I understand her relief when I chose to retire.
So, onward toward the prize.
Spying Amanda at the corner of the pier, I crouched and tagged her. Her chest flashed RED- I was granted a kill.
“That’s what we’re here to see, Waldo. You need my seal of approval.”
“Yes, Uncle. The Consumer Safety Seal is very important to us.”
“Well, I already see major problems. No air bags front or sides. No windshield wipers. No lights of any type. No seat belts. Heck, it doesn’t even have seats!”
“None of those things are needed, Uncle. In this model, you have all-surround vision. There are no blind spots. You have fender-tenacity variations. If you are bumped or hit by accident, this vehicle immediately conforms to the target. No injuries to car or man.”
“Fender-tenacity. What in tarnation is that? This thing has no fenders.”
Written for Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #35. (A late entry) Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.