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The Steak Stealer

My latest fiction story starts in the kitchen!

My latest fiction story starts in the kitchen!

“Zoe, come and help me cook!” hollered my mom.

I wanted to stay outside to finish examining an ant but I saw no point in arguing.  I strolled inside, “It smells delicious in here, what are you cooking?”

“I am cooking a steak,” she said smoothly, tilting her head at the steak on the other side of the room.  “Will you stir the seasoning, please?” I nodded and grabbed a large cold, spoon from the dusty cabinet.  I started stirring but stopped as a delicious smell wafted into my nose.  I stuck my finger into the goo.  When I shoved my finger in my mouth it tasted sweet and salty.

As she drizzled the seasoning on the steak, I washed off my hands.  After that, I stood back and pet my dog, Lily. She licked my finger to get any remaining sauce. Suddenly, my mom exclaimed, “Oh, I forgot the vegetables!” Then she walked out to go to our pantry. While I was distracted by a moth, my dog inched over to the steak.  She got closer and closer until she hopped up on the counter and snatched it.

Lily immediately took off.

I found her sitting on her bed looking quite comfy with the steak in her mouth.  I pointed at her and said, “I am going to get you!”  Her eyes turned wide as dinner plates. She got up and sped around the corner.  I turned around the corner and followed her down the stairs.

At a sharp corner, I slammed into a wall.  The moment I hit the wall, I started shaking like a rattle and fell. “Darn it,”  I muttered, rubbing my head.  As Lily sped away, I heard howls of laughter, mixing with Lily’s crazed barks.

I stood up slowly, trying to balance and take my chance of catching her before she ate the steak. It did not seem likely, and I headed back to the kitchen. “What if Mom is mad at me for losing the steak?” I said over and over in my head.

I nervously entered and heard my mom say, “You know you couldn’t have gotten the steak back, right?”  I was so surprised by what she said.  She wasn’t mad!

I sat down and asked, “Then what are we going to have for dinner?”

“Let’s get sushi.”

Once we were home, I walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and pulled out the floss string and wrapped it around my finger before putting it into the cracks between my teeth.  After I was done, I clambered under my pink blanket. Then my mom walked in and gave me a kiss. She murmured, ”Good night, Zoe.” Then she yawned and stumbled out.

A while after my mom had walked out, Lily walked in, and I said sarcastically, “Your diet is amazing, dog.”

As if gloating, she licked me on the nose.  Her breath smelled like steak.


This entry was posted on January 10, 2015 by in Fiction and tagged , , .

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