My little brother's blonde hair bobbed on top of the kitchen cabinets as he grabbed the container of chocolate pudding. He opened it and ate to his great delight. Before four year old Terry could get rid of the evidence, our dad came walking into the kitchen.
“WHO OPENED THIS?! I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW, WHO OPENED THIS?”
Terry's lower lip quivered as he stuttered out his response,
“A l l little b b black d d dog came in and o o o opened it.”
(Dad looked at him with a fierce look).
“A little black dog, you say?”
“Yes, a l l little b b black d d dog c c came in and o o opened it.”
(I'm sure our dad struggled to keep from laughing).
“…For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn't me!”
This is a true story.
This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by, Roger Shipp. He provides us with a prompt photo and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to join. For more information, click HERE.
To read the other stories submitted for this challenge, click HERE.