Flash Fiction using the words: boat, noise, hidden
|“Dad, give me the small screws,” my son pointed in the direction of the big box.
“I know you can’t see these so I’ll do this part.”
I smiled and handed over the packet.
We had been at it for two days and were enjoying the experience. Building the boat was fun but doing it together was even more so.
Kenna had a perpetual smile and I could see he felt the same.
We were going to participate in the model sailboat race for the first time ever.
One aspect of putting this kit together surprised us. There was a square hole hidden on the back of the deck. The only part that fit there was a small shiny black cube. The hole was meant for it so we put it in there and there was no doubt it belonged there but had no purpose.
The day arrived and we rushed to the lake. My heart sunk when I saw the competition. These were expensive looking and our little sailboat paled in comparison. Kenna glanced at me and my face only exhibited enthusiasm.
Final adjustments made and it was time. The boats were to get to the end of the lake, about three hundred meters out, make a turn and return.
The race was on. As I feared, our little warrior fell behind very soon. I had the controller on full throttle but it couldn’t keep up. I sensed the disappointment of my son.
I had all but given up when I heard a whining noise. The back of the boat lit up in a blue hue.
Our warrior lunged forward and overtook nine other boats in the last few seconds. Kenna and I looked at each other in confusion.
We had won!