“What are doing, Larry?” Joey walked over to his friends house amazed by a huge pile of dirt. “Wow, are you building a cave?”
“Joey when your older like, maybe 8, caves aren’t dug by man. They are naturally dug by something. I’m digging a hole to China. Dad told me that you can do it, if you dig long enough. I’m looking to see how long it takes.” Larry pops his head out of his tunnel long enough to see Joey. “You want to help?”
“Sure! I can dig. Or carry dirt. Or hold a light for you. I never seen any place but here.” Joey climbs and slips down about six feet crashing into Larry. “How do you know if it’s China?”
“I asked my Dad. He says everything will be upside down. So if I dig we should see those lights like by the house. But they will be the wrong way. Well, the grass will be hanging above them. It is the other side of the world. My Dad has been places… Sok I think he really knows what he’s talking about.” Larry stops to think.
“But Larry, won’t we fall out of the hole on the other side.” Joey’s six years includes some nasty falls and his voice reflects that.
“They don’t fall off or there wouldn’t be any Chinese food. My Dad explained it to me. I eat Chinese once a week. So he’s right. They didn’t fall off. Come on! It’s getting close to wwhere I have to go on in.”
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers , details are https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/12/05/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-6-2016/