Flash-Fiction with the phrase "You aren't going to believe this"
|The dining table was surprisingly silent today- a rare sight. Usually, when Mom opened her mouth even the slightest, Billy snapped at her. Ollie and I would always serve as mute spectators and enjoy the brawl.
Today was different in the Thompson’s household. Everyone was laughing and getting along with each other.
“Weird, huh?” Ollie looked at me as if reading my thoughts.
“Mom probably yelled at someone at work. Would explain her good mood.” I said, smiling.
“You can’t waste your carrots, Billy.” Mom said sternly.
“Well, we made it to 10 minutes today,” I said to Ollie.
“I can’t eat more, Mom! You always stuff me with food.” Billy yelled.
“What did you just say? I spent so much time making this for you, and this is what I get?” Mom yelled back.
Over the noise, Ollie and I were having a blast.
“You can have my share of food if Mom wins this, Stan.” Ollie said.
“You’re on! There’s no way Billy will give up that easily.” I replied.
“I'm sorry. You want ice cream, Billy?” Mom sighed.
“Don’t do it, Billy. Don’t…” I said under my breath.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Ollie said to spite me.
“Really? Yes!” Billy said excitedly.
“Oh, come on, Billy,” I said, disappointed.
“Aha!” Mom banged the table.
“If you have space for ice cream, you can eat the carrots, Billy.” She said, pronouncing each syllable.
Billy turned to look at us.
“Mom, you aren’t going to believe this. I just heard Stan and Ollie talk.” Billy said after a moment of silence.
“What?” Mom asked.
“The dogs, Mom; They just spoke.” He replied.
I held my breath.
“Oh, shut up, Billy. You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” She said.