The Cookie Caper

A mother recalls her missing cookies. Winner!

The four of them sat around the kitchen table, coffee cups and plates between them, the air thick with nostalgia. Their mother leaned back in her chair, eyes twinkling. “Do you three remember the time someone stole my cookies?”

Daniel chuckled, the memory flickering to life. “I was in my room, playing my game, when Logan busted in with this smug grin. He had a plate of cookies and said he found them in the kitchen. I trusted him, so I grabbed a couple.”

He paused, laughing at the thought. “Not even thirty minutes later, we heard you yell from downstairs, “Who ate my cookies!?” I remember shooting Logan this look, because he was still sitting beside me playing video games.”

Flash Back

Daniel turned to his brother. “Did you take Mom’s cookies?”

Logan smirked, recalling the moment. “Well, I was given a few cookies, so I thought I’d share with you.”

Daniel frowned. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Logan shrugged, spreading his hands. “Angela gave me some cookies. I just decided to offer you a few.”

Back in the present

Logan finally exhaled. “We took your cookies.”

“No, we didn’t,” Daniel objected quickly, pointing at him. “Don’t drag me into this.”

Their mother raised a brow. “Well, who took the cookies then?”

Angela sighed, guilt painting her face even after all these years. “I did, Mom. I didn’t want to get in trouble alone, so I gave some to Logan. And, well...it trickled down to Daniel.”

Their mother broke into laughter, shaking her head. “All this time, and I finally have my answer. My little cookie thieves.”

The siblings glanced at each other, then joined in laughing, relieved the crime was at last confessed.


Word Count: 285
Prompt: Write a story that includes the line: “You didn’t answer my question.”
Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"