Family Affair

A Family Affair

Today's the day! Sam thought as a big grin broke out on his face. He'd been counting the days to the Family Reunion picnic.

His thought drifted back to last year's get-together where he first met Sarah. There were the usual activities – the annual touch-football game, campfires, more food than was humanly possible to eat, and killing ants and avoiding poison ivy.

He was pretty sure they weren't related at all. They'd stayed in contact over the year through Facebook and emails, planning for this year's meeting as their relationship had grown into a typical 16 year-old's crush.

The campground was a perfect setting for the Garrison Family annual assembly. Sprawling woods surrounded the picnic area with its huge fire pit and well kept fields.

As they arrived, Sam saw Sarah standing with his aunt. He began to head for the knot of people but was stopped by a "Sam, grab the cooler."

Grabbing the bulky box from the trunk, he was startled by a sweet voice saying "Let me carry half."

Sam stood up quickly, banging his head. Sarah's chuckle made the pain dissipate quickly.

The morning was consumed by "kid chores." Finally, Sarah came over. "Let's go for a walk," she whispered.

As they entered the woods, she took his hand as they strolled along. No guts, no glory, he thought. Stopping, he turned to her and found she was one step ahead of him. With a twinkle in her eye, she kissed him.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah pulled back, still holding his hand. "Let's go somewhere more private," she grinned.

She led him back into the brush until they found a small clearing. Sitting, she patted the ground next to her. Sensing Sam's hesitation, Sarah smiled. "C'mon, no one will know," she said, pushing aside the three-leafed ivy-like growth.


Notes

Word Count: 299 .

An entry for July 21 "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that includes the words or phrases: picnic, poison ivy, and campfire.

Makes you wonder where the rash will show up, doesn't it?

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Ken