Where were you?” Grandpa’s grip matched the knot in his brow.

“Looking.” Emily gestured toward the exhibits.

“We’ve gone through three floors already. Mostly looking for you.”

“Surgical procedures, blood vessels, eyes in jars.”

“It’s time to go.”

“Can we come back?” Emily quavered.

Grandpa shrugged. “You’re already a scientist.”

Boondoggle and boggle are both kinda silly words. Don’t you think? I had a bit of fun putting the two of them together with a confident woman and a self-doubting, defensive subordinate.

I hope you like my 50-word stories. Please feel free to comment and share. And don’t forget to pop over to RagTag and see what other writers did with boggle.