Words and image by Marc Alexander Valle ©2016
They followed the jet as far as they could.
“You know time is slower up there?” Baskin said.
“Yeah?” Vinny said.
“And when he lands, we’re gonna be older than him.”
“Really?”
“That’s what my teacher said.”
The jet disappeared into the distance.
“Baskin, where’s it go?”
“A secret base. No one knows.”
“You wanna keep going?”
“No. Hangman’s on tonight.”
They turned home.
Neither said a word.
Vinny’s head pointed down.
Porchlights turned on. Fireflies danced. Streetlights flickered.
Neither said a word.
Vinny’s head pointed down.
“Tomorrow, Vinny.”
“What?”
“We’ll follow it tomorrow.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, fartface. I promise.”
“Cool.”
They walked inside.
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