Gemotions

The sudden arrival of a helicopter in Mr. Abernathy’s backyard felt like a particularly delicious prank. Liam, perched on his rooftop, chuckled silently, the rooftop a perfect vantage point. He'd always suspected something was up. Mr. Abernathy, who typically wore the same threadbare cardigan, seemed to have acquired a fondness for silk scarves.

He decided a reconnaissance mission was essential. Later, he casually pretended to be fixing a flat tire in his driveway, strategically positioned to see the comings and goings of the helicopter. He even managed a nonchalant wave as Mr. Abernathy, looking rather pleased with himself, stepped out.

Liam pictured a treasure chest. He pictured a secret laboratory. He pictured a… well, he'd think of something later. The possibilities, like a box of chocolates, were endless.