Lawn Anomaly

Prompted Flash Fiction (wooden spoon, front lawn, butterfly)

Efrén, riding the mower, saw the spoon, the light wood standing out against the lawn, and killed the motor.

Gilo, trimming the hedges, heard the mower die and turned. Gilo the crew chief because he spoke the best English and had a driver’s license.

Efrén waved him over, pointed to the spoon. Something chunky dried on it, cookie dough maybe, plus a rust-co…