Seeds

“Who was it?”

Jaryd ripped the envelope open, shaking his head. “No clue. Look.”
Sandi caught the packet. She shook it. “Seeds? No name?”

“Nope.”

“You remember those seeds from Grandpa?”

“Yeah. Let’s toss ’em in the garden and see what happens.”

Later, Sandi blinked at two filled packs. “What's this?”

“Adventure time.” Jaryd pulled her outside.

They climbed a six foot wide stem spiraling into the sky, until the stem drilled into a floating island.

“You seeing this?”

Sandi nodded.

A path led to a miniature house.

Knock-knock.

A peephole slid open.

“Who goes there?”

“We’re your neighbors.”

“I have no neighbors.” It slammed shut.

The door flew open. “Big ’uns,” he grunted.

“What’s your name?” Sandi asked in a baby voice.

“Jack. We’re about to have tea. Join me out back?”

“Yes!” Sandi cried.

The door shut.

“I don’t trust him,” Jaryd muttered.

“He’s cute. Like a gnome. What could go wrong?”

Behind the house sat two chairs their size. Sandi plopped down. Jaryd scanned the yard.

“Come on, silly.”

“Fine.”

As he sat, clamps slammed around his arms and a rope bound his chest.

Eyes blazing, he hissed, “I told you.”

“Not now! Get us outta here!”