Here is the first challenge for Rachael Harrie’s Platform Builders Campaign: Write a piece of Flash Fiction 200 words or less, starting with the words, “The door swung open” and ending with the words, “the door swung shut.”
Here is my contribution. It is based on a real conversation my kids had when they thought I wasn’t listening :) Oh, and I am #116 on the list.
The door swung open and Mom stuck her head out. “You two have five minutes before dinner.”
My Mom is always saying things like that, but I don’t have a watch so I don’t know how long five minutes is.
“Okay Mom,” my big brother Cole says.
Cole is eight. He doesn’t need a watch.
“Come help me, Mia,” he says and I skip to him.
We are hunting for aliens.
“How will we find aliens?” I ask.
“We set a trap,” Cole says smiling his big teeth at me.
“I asked Luke where all the suspicious stuff from space goes—like aliens. And he said…Mexico.”
My brother Luke is twelve. He knows about stuff like this.
“So what do we do?” I sit by Cole and he picks up sidewalk chalk.
“I’m going to draw Mexico on the driveway, and when the aliens see it they will come and we will trap them.”
Cole draws Mexico in green chalk. It looks like a bumpy cucumber.
We wait. Forever. So far—no aliens.
Cole frowns. “We must need to wait for dark.”
He is so smart.
“Five minutes are up,” Mom yelled as the door swung shut.