Flying

The day we made the UFO started out the same way all the rest of our schemes had. With Ricky coming up with a “great idea”, the rest of us having our doubts but willing to go along, and Abby threatening to tell Mom unless she was allowed to participate.

“Pie plates.” Two cream pies filched from Grandma’s freezer and devoured by all.

“Fishing line.” Ten feet of tangled mess tugged from Dad’s best reel.

“Lightning bugs.” Caught by all and squished onto the tin plates hung by the line from the tree just outside the front porch.

“It’s perfect.”