Flash Fiction # 4

                A fly buzzed annoyingly next to his head in the air.  The lazy sun hung over the trees and meadows, not wanting to move, just like everything else.  Berries ripened and their scent drifted to the sleeping boy’s nose.  The soft green grass sank to the earth under his weight and seemed content to droop there.  A bright blue sky sat merrily over watching all the things below it.  Footsteps clattered over the sunbaked gravel and crushed the spongey grass under foot.  The boy jolted awake and looked at his mother silhouetted against the sun.  A simple inquiry sent an electric bolt down his pine and suddenly everything seemed to be in a rush.  Bees buzzed back and forth, never ceasing to gather pollen.  Bugs crawled, grass swayed in the breeze, and the lazy afternoon was marred by the fact that time no longer seemed to stand still.  He rushed down the garden road, grabbed a pencil and sent it whizzing across paper anxiously.  He had forgotten to do his homework.

Side note:  By the way, all the flash fictions are rough drafts.  I was told I wasn't supposed to edit them.  I saved you all from the worst mistakes, but other than that everything that doesn't make sense and is spelled wrong is supposed to be there.  Any mistakes on the rest of the blog...I don't really have an excuse for.