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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2211403
Flash Fiction
The Noise

“You can stop now.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to scare me.”

“I’m not trying to scare you. What are you talking about?”

“That noise you keep making.”

“What noise? I’m not making any noise.”

“Listen... that noise! It’s you, right?”

“It’s not me, probably a branch or something scratching the door.”

“There’s no tree.”

“Well, something that blew up next to the house by the wind.”

“There’s no wind.”

“A mouse, a squirrel then. Why would you think it was me? Why would I try to scare you?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe so I won’t tell Dad that you took his tools out...”

“You’d tell Dad that?!”

“I wouldn’t. I just thought maybe you thought I would.”

“Well if I did think that, I certainly wouldn’t be scared out of it by a noise! I’m no tattle tale!”

“Good, Thank you. And, by the way, I will never tell Dad you broke his pipe.”

“Thank you, back.”

Suddenly the door opened. “Dad!” both boys yelled, as they jumped out of their skin.

“Boys, boys, boys...” Dad said, as he came in the door. “The only reason you are not grounded for a week is because I do like the way you stick up for each other. Keep that up. However, in this particular case, you are both grounded for the entire weekend... and we will be discussing my things...”
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