Childhood Memories-Flash Fiction

These are not my childhood memories. The memories are completely made up and fictitious.

Luke stood in front of an old tree in his parents’ backyard.

“Luke, are you coming? The movers are here!” Brenda, Luke’s wife shouted from the open door to the backyard.

“Yes, I still can’t believe we’re selling this place. It felt like just yesterday my friends and I were playing in the treehouse when — ”

“Come on, Marc, I mean first mate Marc. The sharks are coming. Swim back to the ship!” seven-year-old Luke shouted to his friend.

“I’m coming, I mean aye-aye, Captain Luke.”

The two boys climbed up the pieces nailed into the tree and jumped into the treehouse. Captain Luke steered the plastic steering wheel screwed into the wall.

Luke heard a voice nearby. “Bye, Mason. I’ll pick you up at around five for dinner. We’re having BLTs,” Mason’s mom said.

“I’ll see you later, mom.”

“Bye, mom.”

“Have fun.” She drove away.

Mason opened the gate to the backyard. “Hey, guys. What are we playing?”

“Pirates and I’m the captain,” Luke replied as he climbed down the tree.

“Okay, I’ll be the cook,” Mason said as he ran up to his friends.

“We do need a cook.”

“Back to it mateys. A storm’s a-comin’ and we need to get back on the ship.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Marc and Mason both replied.

They rushed up the tree and into the treehouse/ship.

Dark clouds formed overhead and rain began to pour onto the treehouse.

“Kids, come inside. It’s raining,” Luke’s mother shouted from the open kitchen window.

“Aw, mom, we’re playing. Can’t we come in later?” Luke shouted back.

“Alright, but stay in the treehouse until the rain clears. I don’t want you getting soaked!”

“Fine!”

“Alright, mateys pull in the sails and get ready for the worst,” Captain Luke said.

Lightning struck the tree and the wind knocked down the treehouse. The kids fell out of the tree and collapsed onto the ground.

Luke’s mother heard the crash and rushed outside. She called out her son’s name in anguish as she held him. She called 9–1–1.

The ambulance arrived and brought the boys to the hospital. They had suffered minor complications, broken legs and arms.

Adult Luke shook his head. “Honey? Where are you?”

“I’m in the front. I gotta help the movers.”

Luke rushed around the house and helped his wife move the boxes from inside the house to inside the moving truck.

Hours later, they finished. The moving truck was packed up and the movers drove off to Luke and Brenda’s house.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since my parents died,” Luke said as he took one last look at his parents’ house.

“I can’t believe it either. I’m sure you–we had lots of good memories here. Now let’s go, we have to help the movers at the house,” Brenda replied as she hugged Luke.

“Okay, honey.”

They drove off.