(Author’s note: Things are getting crazy! Here’s some Fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
A summer day, and the sound of kids playing filled the air.
This day, it was an adventure. The youngest kid impersonating Sherlock Holmes, the middle kid pushing the swing while the oldest imagined she was a pilot.
After the “flight” was over, they all ran around the quarter acre of property, looking for the treasure that their mother hid earlier that day.
They peered in a hole in the tree. Nothing.
They searched the camper. Nothing.
Finally, the middle kid spotted the box under a rhubarb plant.
They opened the box, and found… condiments.
“KIDS! DINNERTIME! BURGERS!”