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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2241775
Flash Fiction
The Game

“So, I finally saved enough money for Mondo Mooter, thankfully because this was the last day of the big sale. I was right there when the store opened, but I wasn’t the only one. There were six other guys waiting too! So, when the guy opened the door we all rushed over to the game section and one of the guys kind of tripped me! I don’t think he meant to, but he did, and got ahead of me.
Well, there were only five games left. So, if he hadn’t tripped me I woulda got the last one and he would have gotten this lousy gift card. Which still gives me the discount but won’t get me the game till the next shipment comes in, next month!”

“I don’t believe a word of it.”

“No really, the company put out a statement that it can’t ship any more till next month because of some computer issue at the factory! Seriously, next month. A whole month!!”

“That’s not what I don’t believe.”


“I said I don’t believe a word of it. One word, the word ‘saved.’” Ted said.


“There is no way you saved up the money. And I know exactly how much money is missing from my sock drawer.”

“I’m gonna pay you back, I swear!”

“Yes, you are. I’ll take the gift card.”

“No! Then I’ll never get Mondo Mooter!!”

“You could always do work, and save up enough money, beyond your weekly allowance, to actually buy it at full price, like regular people. Or it might even go on sale again.”

“Nah. That’s too hard. I’ll just play it at Andy’s house. He got it for his birthday.”

“I just can’t wait to see what you grow up to be little brother!”

“Me either!”
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