Good Again

Flash Fiction

Good Again

“Where were you last night?”

“Me?... asleep.”

“I’m not kidding! Where were you!”

“I’m not kidding… I was asleep at like seven o’clock!”

“You haven’t gone to bed at seven since you were three!”

“How would you know, you don’t live at my house!”

“I may have been in my house, but I could certainly tell when you were sleeping. You snore!”

“I do not snore! I’ve never snored! You were probably listening to yourself! Oh, and add the calls to ‘Mummy’ Get me a drink, Mummy, can I have a cookie? Mummy, more blankets….”

“I never called my mother Mummy! That must have been you calling your mother to tuck her little baby in…”

“Well at least I was a little baby, I bet you weighed fifty pounds when you were born! It’s a wonder your mother could even walk with you in her tummy before you got born!”

“Boys!!!” came a voice. Jeff and Ted whirled around, it was Jeff’s father. “What are you yelling about this time!?

“We were just talking… Jeff said.

“Loud and angry talking if you ask me!”

“I heard you too!” said Ted’s dad as he walked around the garage.

“See” said Jeff’s dad, “Loud!”

“Well… I just heard the end parts”

“Well, the beginning was pretty loud, something about sleeping…”

“I only heard the shouting about babies. Who was sleeping??”

“I don’t know, they were both yelling!”

As the issue of the who and what and how loud they were got more heated, Jeff and Ted quietly slipped away.

“Hey, wanna go to Dooles for ice cream?”

“Yeah! you’re on!”

The fathers suddenly saw they had left…

“Nice job Frank!” Ted’s dad said.

“You too!” said Jeff’s. Wanna come over for a beer?!”

“You’re on!” and life was good again.