“So… why is your dad building that windmill in your backyard again?” asked Tim.
“I heard him tell my mom it has something to do with a carbon mission, whatever that is. He said we’re killing the planet and he’s going to take us off the grid,” replied Sam.
“What’s the grid?” asked Tim.
“I don’t really know. I think the windmill is supposed to make electricity, like the ones we saw in class.”
“But this doesn’t look like those windmills. Those were like… all white and made of metal. This is boxy and made of wood. Looks like the ones in that country where they wear wooden shoes.” said Tim.
Both boys laughed.
“Didn’t he tell you this had something to do with a donkey?” asked Tim.
“Yeah, some character named Donkey Hoatee,” said Sam. “I have no idea who that is. I just know he said it was his carbon mission to save the planet. Said he was going to build windmills like this all over town.”
“Dude, your dad is weird,” said Tim as the two walked back into the house to play World of Warcraft.
Word Count: 187
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]