It’s not Friday, it’s not a hundred words or less, but following rules was never really my strong suit. Here is my piece for last week’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’ prompt over at Rochelle’s blog. Maybe this week I’ll try to be on time.
B and C were tied together at the ankle, waiting impatiently for Y and Z to do the same.
“What’s in the house?” C asked, leaning on her free leg while B was rushing the other pair to hurry up.
“B told me there was treasure. Is there treasure, B?” Y asked.
“YES,” an exasperated B, “but only the smartest group gets it, and that’s gonna be me and C.”
“Yea!” Said C.
“Nuh uh,” said Y.
“You kidding? Look how long it’s taking Z to tie that knot around your legs. I bet it’s not even a real knot,” B bent down and pretended to inspect it, but he didn’t actually know what a real knot was.
Without warning, B stood back up and shouted “Go!” while pulling C behind him.
Silent Z tugged at Y’s arm, and pulled her around the outside of the maze. They reached the house first, but the only treasure they found was the sound of B and C’s arguing voices, still lost in the hedges.
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