Flash Fiction- September

Kassidy Brackett, Reporter


Recap: Parker is trying to figure out who stole the cookies from the cookie jar by investigating, and interrogating her siblings. 


Parker found William in the play room. “WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY AT 6:00 p.m.!?” Parker exclaimed. William pouted and sniffed. “No! Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m sorry!” I apologized. 

William took a deep breath and said, “It’s okay,” and went back to playing with his toy dinosaur. 

Parker gasped. “I SEE! I know what you’re doing. You are using your cuteness against me to avoid the question! Where were you?”

“Ugh. I was taking a bath.” William huffed. He hated baths. 

“Oh, right!” Parker smacked her hand on her forehead, “I remember that!” Parker paused for a moment to think. Plus, he’s only 6. He is so short that he wouldn’t be able to even reach! So I would have to interrogate the taller ones…George is safe for now, so the second tallest is Malissa. She decided. So away she marched. 

“Malissa!” Parker shouted outside her room. 

“What do you want?” Malissa shot back. 

“Where were you at 6:00 p.m. Last night?” 

“Who’s asking?”
“Who’s me?”

“PARKER! Now where were you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“UGH!!!” Parker was exasperated. Malissa was so irritating. But she seemed very suspicious. Parker stormed off. To Tori, I guess. 


Tori was outside in the garden, reading a book. “Hey Tori?” Parker said. No response. “TORI?”

“Eh? What? Hmm?” Tori looked up, “Oh, it’s you. I was just at a good part! Ugh. Hey big sis.”
“Hey lil’ sis. Where were you last night at 6:00 p.m.?”

“Um, weird question, but I was at art camp.” Tori raised an eyebrow. “Where were you?”

“What?” Parker said, surprised, “Um, I think I might have been eating.” 

“Eating what?…cookies?” 

“NO! I would never. I was eating… maybe a granola bar? Or maybe an apple? I don’t remember…”
“Huh, very sus.” Tori smiled.

“Ug, you’re impossible. But if it wasn’t you, who was it?” Parker wondered. Probably Malissa. She thought. She looked up. Dang. The sun was already going down. There wasn’t much time left! But there also wasn’t any evidence against anyone! She had to get it, fast. Parker raced inside, looking around the cookie jar for clues. Hmm…a cooking book, a spoon, dad’s reading glasses… wait, dad’s reading glasses? 

The front door opened. “I’m home!” Dad shouted. “Margret, I need the laundry machine later to wash crumbs off my shirt.”
“Wait, dad? What type of crumbs?” Parker said.
“Oh! Just cookie crumbs.”