Tuesday Afternoon

Flash Fiction

Tuesday Afternoon

“What are you looking for?” Tim asked, sarcastically.

“A glass.” Trill responded, “Are they all in the dishwasher?”

“How would I know. You don’t need a glass, just drink it out of the bottle.”

“That bottle was in a bunch of other bottles at the store. Who knows whose germy fingerprints are on it.”

Tim looked at his bottle, then laughed, “Hasn’t bothered me so far… maybe it’s getting me more immune.”

“Yuk. I’ll get a straw.”

“Stop and check the milk, will ya? If we’re running short, I can run to the store before Mom gets home.”

“There isn’t any milk in there…” Trill said.

“What? We didn’t drink it all…”

“Never mind,” Trill said, “I was wrong, it’s way in back, a whole gallon not even opened.”

“Woo woo! Then I’m going up and play my video game!”

“Woo woo??” Trill said, “Why do you spend so much time on those stupid games?”

“Because it’s fun, plus I get better and better at it every day!”

“Better and better? You never even look at the instructions…”

“I don’t need to, my games force me to learn everything, and quickly! If I need something else, I just turn to the index.”

“And that works?”

“Got an A in computer class…”

“Huh, maybe I should try games.”

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for ‘Wolf’s on the Interstate’ yet…”

‘What do you mean, it’s a video game…”

“OK, I’ll show you how.” Ten minutes later Trill came back down. Mom was home.

“Were you in Tim’s room?”

“He was showing me how to play “Wolf’s on the Interstate”

“You’re kidding…”

“I quit after five minutes…”

“Well, that sounds normal. Do we have milk?”

“A whole gallon.”

“I knew you’d be the one who knows,” Mom smiled.

Trill smiled too.