Source: #MenageMonday! Challenge Week 2×27
Word count: 250 words
It took me two years to convince Sammi to hire a runner for the boneyard. When she broke, she made it clear. The kid was my responsibility.
The teenager was eager, and he took his job title to heart. I chucked when I saw him sprinting towards me. He stopped a few feet away, resting his palms on his thighs as he sucked air.
“You okay, kid?” I asked.
He looked at me and raised his right index finger. I tapped my foot and waited.
“I’m fine,” he panted sliding his hands to his waist as he straightened.
“Sammi sent a message?” I prodded, eager to hear her latest edict.
“Hey, she said this was the plane that started it all,” he motioned to the shell in front of us.
“She said a bomb went off, killed everyone on board, and it crash-landed here.”
I laughed, and he looked confused.
“Sorry kid, we make it look that way. Some movie people paid to shoot footage. The rest we cannibalized for parts.”
“Oh, I see, and like a fool, I believed her,” the kid said.
“Gotta take Sammi with a grain of salt. She’s a jokester.”
The kid shook his head.
“She also said the lost keys are no excuse. We have to get it started.”
I purposefully looked at the plane, before turning to face him again. I could hear the gears working in his head. He wasn’t stupid.
“Let me guess? Never any keys?”
“Happy April Fool’s Day, kid.”
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer